A new country. It's called Queens.
If you're from out of town, to orient you, we are looking west, across the East River(which-is-a-strait). The white circle opposite is a satellite dish at the foot of the UN.
We had a fabulous, wild ride back home on a bucking East River Ferry, with a black storm chasing us down the whole way.
It was too bumpy for good pictures but what a view. Lightning shattered the dark clouds north of us and as we arrived at the Fulton Landing below the Brooklyn Bridge the storm broke above us, whipping trees sideways and the rain around us.
New York keeps some surprises up its sleeve, and this was a good one.