Arrival

As a native of Virginia, New York has for so long been a foreign object. But, for the summer of '13, it is home. It's great to to have landed in NYC and even better to have landed in the Gallery Team at Artsy.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes! how curious you are to me! 
On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning home, are more curious to me than you suppose; 
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose. 
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at all hours of the day; 
The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme—myself disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme:  
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;  
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river;  
The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away;  
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;  
The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing of others. 
 
               From Walt Whitman's "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry"