Emma Tricca’s song visualized in photo-chemical flare, flashes in my mind’s eye; Street signs, signals, cafes and their patrons, brickwork, paving, concrete and glass, fire escapes, steam vents, rooftops and skyline, subway trains, Coney Island baby’s, sunsets over Manhattan from way-up-high to the Hudson shimmering in winter haze, let's fly. All things I believe indicative of New York from a strangers cine-eye.