A New York City rooftop at dusk, looking out over Brooklyn's low-rise brick buildings toward the elevated subway tracks, the city grid receding into the haze. BACK

Rooftop in Bushwick, Brooklyn

A rooftop in Bushwick, Brooklyn, at night. Below, the M train runs on its elevated track — the rumble of the cars overhead, the squeal of brakes, the silence after it passes. Traffic moves on the streets beneath. Voices drift up from somewhere, then disappear. The rooftop gives you the city at a distance that makes it beautiful. Close enough to hear everything, high enough to be above it. The kind of place you go to think, or to stop thinking. Recorded at 96 kHz / 24-bit — one of the highest-rated New York City ambient recordings on Freesound.

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