After a week of freezing temperatures, ice floes drifted down the Hudson. As Midtown and Downtown Manhattan lit up at sunset, a lone tugboat cut through the ice, turning an already great scene into something even better.
A forecasted sunrise fizzled, but the Hudson River didn’t. On a low-wind, boatless morning, the river revealed its movement — smooth, ordered, and brisk. Sometimes the right image comes from stopping the chase and going with the flow.