a few new york souvenirs (minus the morbid one)

sadly, i accidentally deleted all the pictures we took on the staten island ferry. it was a rather magical ride in which, as soon as we passed the statue of liberty, her torch lit up. then we turned around and manhatten had turned its lights on too. this trip had a sense of timing about it, as if everywhere we were was were we were supposed to be. ah. we were was where we were. this is somewhat what i mean.