I am not in love with the NYC skyline. It's the definitive concrete (and steel) jungle sprawled on a island that had lost any of its uninhabitiveness through hundreds of years of starting points. But what I love about this picture is the sky. It leads a different existence than what lies beneath it as it struggles not to be overtaken by the waste of the concrete and steel. It is what is alive in this picture with movement, color, and change. When we build, it is. In Nature, it is never the same twice.