June 3rd, 2008

Canary Wharf


Today, I saw the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a lovely morning in New York City. The sun was out, and passersby wore t-shirts. Each of them in turn stopped to wave, to dance, to pantomime to those of us waving, dancing, and smiling at them from the overcast banks of the Thames. Behind them, in the distance, the bridge spanned the waters of the East River.

What better way to celebrate the momumental achievement of a sub-Atlantic tunnel, dug over four generations, linking London to New York City, than together? Through the lens of the telectroscope, whose mirrors and lenses reflect our images back and forth under the ocean, we did.

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