How Tall Is Too Tall?
Photographs By Jeffrey MilsteinIt was a sunny day in New York City when I realized that my sky was being stolen.The first sign of trouble was the crane. Its thin finger appeared over the old brick building outside my window, scratching at the sliver of sky I could just make out above the rooftops. My sky. In a city where you can sprain your neck searching for sky, I relished this shard of blue, so tiny that I could cover it with my thumb.