Took an epic walk yesterday from lower Manhattan, over bridges and along the waterfront and saw all the falls for the first time in a single panoramic afternoon. They are not my favorite moment in public art, but seen in the context of the landscape in time, the city as journey; I found some sort of poetry in them. From a great distance, some of them actually do give the illusion of waterfalls. There was some thing akin to those Chinese scrolls with poems and landscape waterfall all made of black ink, only here it was a poem of steel and water… but that may have been the perverse influence of dim sum earlier.
