Returning to the United States from my first European trip in 1956 aboard the Ile de France —
We entered the harbor early in the morning, with the sunrise. On deck breathless with excitement, I snapped this photo of the skyline of New York. Blurry with nervous fingers? A small discreet earthquake shaking Manhattan? Or the obvious truth that even when an ocean liner is stopped, it’s still moving, and won’t fully rest until, with the aid of helpful tugboats, it achieves its mooring.