There’s a small church that stands next to the entrance to the Holland tunnel. I used to love watching the light work its way across the wall of the buildings that stood behind it. One morning, the shadow framed the cross so perfectly.
Photography by Keith Goldstein
There’s a small church that stands next to the entrance to the Holland tunnel. I used to love watching the light work its way across the wall of the buildings that stood behind it. One morning, the shadow framed the cross so perfectly.