New York’s first indigenous inhabitants knew that water was everywhere here. So did the city’s early shipbuilders, immigrants, longshoremen, and ferry commuters. Then, for a time, as highways and the flight of the shipping industry closed the hearts of the city off from its shores, we forgot. Now, new parks bring us back to the water just as climate change brings the water back ever closer to us. Collected below you’ll find stories of floods, of migration, and of family, as well as images of our history, our ghosts, and the swirling, beautiful, terrible refuse of our city.