In New York City in the winter, the color of the light is so cool. Even the yellow of the sunset on the faces of these structures seems to be chilled. It could be that the sun doesn't travel too far from the horizon in the winter months, letting the blue of the shadows creep out into the scenes. I noted, bundled and bustling along, how the height of the skyscrapers makes one feel like they are in a chasm or a canyon with steep walls, looking up at the fleeting light and the pieces of far-away sky trapped between glass and steel and stone pillars. It is both humbling and inspiring.