Is any sound more lonesome than the foghorn, warning of fog and danger, or more evocative of New York City's harbor home?

The writer Thomas Wolfe said it best: "One hears the hoarse notes of the great ships in the river, and one remembers suddenly the princely girdle of proud, potent tides that bind the city, and suddenly New York blazes like a magnificent jewel in its fit setting of sea, and earth, and stars."

Above: A foggy morning on the harbor with the Brooklyn Bridge in view.