Nothing says New York, or at least Manhattan, like a water tower. I remember looking out of the window at my grandparent’s apartment as a kid. They lived on 82nd street between Columbus and Central Park West. On the ninth floor. I’d look north at the cityscape and I knew why I liked Edward Hopper’s paintings. I’d see the brownstones and on the top of them the water towers. I never understood what they were for, how the water got in or out of them.
Today, I just know that I feel comforted when I see them.
[Photo Credit: The Great Retro New York]
i agree. that was one of the first things i loved about nyc.
I literally had the same exact view as your grandparents growing from my bedroom, just a few doors down. That cityscape is embedded in my memory. I love water towers.