I have always been drawn to the rooftops of New York, an industrial landscape of pipes, towers skyscrapers, rooftops, terraces and steam, a world unto itself, only seem from high up. I got up this morning and watch this landscape come alive, it is as beautiful and touching to me as a rolling hill around a farm. This landscape speaks to me of what human beings can do, when they set their  mind and skills. They can destroy, but they can build. It is hard for me to fathom all of the sizes and shapes, textures and imagination that went into these rooftops, somehow New York just seems to work, a daily miracle. The urban landscape at it’s most beautiful and inspiring.