droning
She writes a song parody and sings it in a bored voice that's even funnier than the altered lyrics.
heaviness
The WWII memorial looks impressive in the sunlight, but I wonder what it's like at night, somber and shadowed in the deserted plaza.
long-winded
He's directed to a dull site on statistics for further explanations. I help him hack away at some of the paragraphs on box plots and IQR.
refueling
Beneath the tents in the parking lot, the volunteers bag yellow squashes and other vegetables of varying condition. Of the people lined up to receive an allotment of produce, many are elderly. One man pretends his collapsible shopping cart is a motorcycle.
self-satisfied
About a dozen people are gathered by the arch to sing a protest song with clever rhymes. They look satisfied with their gesture of defiance, but I wonder if they could have spent their afternoon (and the time set aside for rehearsals) more usefully by taking concrete actions to further their cause.
sweaty
On a rainy day, the subway station is a rank armpit. Puddles form around the metro card machines, which look like leaking nodules. Water sluices through cracks in the platform and meets a stagnant end in shallow depressions.
tendrils
The bridge is the focal point, but around it have sprung lawns and paths, piers where ice cream is served and people play sports or lean over the water.
It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.
- Richard Wilbur, "The Writer"
Showing posts with label bridges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bridges. Show all posts
Monday, October 22, 2018
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Earth Day walk
It started at Cadman Plaza Park in Brooklyn, where there's a memorial for WWII.

Then south to Borough Hall, where I joined a walking group. We headed west into Brooklyn Heights to look out over the East River.


Then south to Borough Hall, where I joined a walking group. We headed west into Brooklyn Heights to look out over the East River.

Labels:
art,
blossoms,
bridges,
Brooklyn,
buildings,
memorials,
New York City,
parks,
photography,
photos (mine),
trees,
walks,
water
Friday, December 29, 2017
Week in Seven Words #376
banquet
The park is a narrow strip of grass by the river. Mostly, people pass through it on bikes or jogging with their dogs, but few linger. One guy though has laid out bowls of food for pigeons and stray cats. The pigeons have appeared, but not the cats. They'll come, he says.
bursting
Jets of water from the firefighters' hoses form successive arcs in the sunlight. (There's no sign of a current or recent fire. Maybe it's a test of hose functioning or a training session.)
directions
They're the kind of teens that would be portrayed in the media as troubled or wild. They're polite and give us precise directions that help us find our way through a neighborhood hit by unexpected street closings.
examination
Her spine curves along the underside of the boulder as she searches for insects in the grass.
guzzle
The river looks like Turkish coffee, and the bridges are the open mouths drinking it.
noiseless
Barbed wire loops along the stone walls that enclose the drug rehab facility. The building is an old stone structure with narrow windows, the shades drawn on most. There's silence from the yard behind the wall.
repurpose
By the rail yard, there's a broken water fountain. Grass springs out of its nozzle.
The park is a narrow strip of grass by the river. Mostly, people pass through it on bikes or jogging with their dogs, but few linger. One guy though has laid out bowls of food for pigeons and stray cats. The pigeons have appeared, but not the cats. They'll come, he says.
bursting
Jets of water from the firefighters' hoses form successive arcs in the sunlight. (There's no sign of a current or recent fire. Maybe it's a test of hose functioning or a training session.)
directions
They're the kind of teens that would be portrayed in the media as troubled or wild. They're polite and give us precise directions that help us find our way through a neighborhood hit by unexpected street closings.
examination
Her spine curves along the underside of the boulder as she searches for insects in the grass.
guzzle
The river looks like Turkish coffee, and the bridges are the open mouths drinking it.
noiseless
Barbed wire loops along the stone walls that enclose the drug rehab facility. The building is an old stone structure with narrow windows, the shades drawn on most. There's silence from the yard behind the wall.
repurpose
By the rail yard, there's a broken water fountain. Grass springs out of its nozzle.
Labels:
addiction,
adolescence,
bridges,
childhood,
parks,
water,
week in seven words
Friday, February 24, 2017
Week in Seven Words #332
borne
Walking the length of a massive bridge on foot. Car fumes, heat, and over-the-shoulder glances to check for bikers bearing down. A pause now and then to stare at the river spreading undisturbed in a blue haze.
fitting
Some of the steps are even. Others are ragged stone stitched together with grass.
irregular
A trail threading through tall grass. It wears a patchy coat of sunlight.
marrow
Shortening a conversation with someone who likes to pour fear into my bones.
offset
Planning and leading the hike takes a new kind of confidence, and I like that I can pull it off. I tend to brood about everything that can go wrong in any situation. To some extent, it's useful, but not when the thoughts become paralyzing.
serene
By the river, there's music from decades ago and greasy food and cooler air. Shade on overhung paths and peace for the soul.
synopsis
She asks me what the book I'm reading is about. How do I explain it to a kid? (Or to anyone, in a few seconds.) It's about people making bad decisions and receiving bad advice. Plus, someone doesn't know who his real parents are. And another person doesn't much like a man she's encouraged to marry. And...
Walking the length of a massive bridge on foot. Car fumes, heat, and over-the-shoulder glances to check for bikers bearing down. A pause now and then to stare at the river spreading undisturbed in a blue haze.
fitting
Some of the steps are even. Others are ragged stone stitched together with grass.
irregular
A trail threading through tall grass. It wears a patchy coat of sunlight.
marrow
Shortening a conversation with someone who likes to pour fear into my bones.
offset
Planning and leading the hike takes a new kind of confidence, and I like that I can pull it off. I tend to brood about everything that can go wrong in any situation. To some extent, it's useful, but not when the thoughts become paralyzing.
serene
By the river, there's music from decades ago and greasy food and cooler air. Shade on overhung paths and peace for the soul.
synopsis
She asks me what the book I'm reading is about. How do I explain it to a kid? (Or to anyone, in a few seconds.) It's about people making bad decisions and receiving bad advice. Plus, someone doesn't know who his real parents are. And another person doesn't much like a man she's encouraged to marry. And...
Labels:
books,
bridges,
childhood,
fear,
nature,
self-realization,
walks,
water,
week in seven words
Sunday, June 5, 2016
GWB and New Jersey Palisades Hike
The last Sunday in May, I went on a hike I'd planned out myself (as opposed to joining a group with a hike leader). The basic route was this: start on the Manhattan side of the George Washington Bridge (GWB), walk across the bridge, do a loop involving four trails in the New Jersey Palisades Park, and then walk back across the GWB.
The NJ Palisades Park website was really helpful with its maps and trail descriptions. And I got inspiration from this blog post too.
The pedestrian entrance to the GWB is near a playground in a low-traffic residential neighborhood west of the GWB bus station in Upper Manhattan.

The NJ Palisades Park website was really helpful with its maps and trail descriptions. And I got inspiration from this blog post too.
The pedestrian entrance to the GWB is near a playground in a low-traffic residential neighborhood west of the GWB bus station in Upper Manhattan.

Monday, September 21, 2015
Look Back at Summer in NYC 2015
A sunset over the Hudson

A walk through University Heights in the Bronx

and across the High Bridge from the Bronx to High Bridge Park in Manhattan

A hike through Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx

A stroll through Fort Tryon Park in Northern Manhattan

with a stop at the Cloisters

Sunshine by the East River at Carl Schurz Park

Green shadows at the Pond in the southeast corner of Central Park


A walk through University Heights in the Bronx

and across the High Bridge from the Bronx to High Bridge Park in Manhattan

A hike through Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx

A stroll through Fort Tryon Park in Northern Manhattan

with a stop at the Cloisters

Sunshine by the East River at Carl Schurz Park

Green shadows at the Pond in the southeast corner of Central Park

Labels:
bridges,
Central Park,
flowers,
museums,
New York City,
parks,
photography,
photos (mine),
trees,
water
Friday, October 24, 2014
Autumn Hike: Franny Reese State Park and Walkway Over the Hudson
Here's a blueprint for a brilliant hike in the autumn.
Take the Metro North from Grand Central Station in NYC. The view from the train window, the Hudson River:

Get off at the train station in Poughkeepsie (last stop on the Hudson line):

Walk south, paying attention to what some of the buildings are called. (Washington Irving is a major literary figure in these parts.)

Cross the Mid-Hudson Bridge on foot (this isn't the famous pedestrian bridge in the area, but it has a footpath, so you can share the bridge with motor vehicle traffic).

Look at different signs on the bridge.
Then look north along the Hudson.
Because that other bridge you see? That's the Walkway Over the Hudson. It's the longest elevated pedestrian bridge in the world, and it's where you'll be ending your hike.

Fall foliage is stunning.

Take the Metro North from Grand Central Station in NYC. The view from the train window, the Hudson River:

Get off at the train station in Poughkeepsie (last stop on the Hudson line):

Walk south, paying attention to what some of the buildings are called. (Washington Irving is a major literary figure in these parts.)

Cross the Mid-Hudson Bridge on foot (this isn't the famous pedestrian bridge in the area, but it has a footpath, so you can share the bridge with motor vehicle traffic).

Look at different signs on the bridge.
Then look north along the Hudson.
Because that other bridge you see? That's the Walkway Over the Hudson. It's the longest elevated pedestrian bridge in the world, and it's where you'll be ending your hike.

Fall foliage is stunning.

Monday, August 25, 2014
East River Walk: Upper East Side, Randall's Island, Astoria (Queens)
I did a 15-mile walk yesterday starting from 86th street on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, going north along the East River, crossing the Triborough Bridge to Randall's Island, walking around a bit there, then continuing on the Triborough Bridge to Astoria (a neighborhood in Queens), then walking south through Astoria, mostly along the East River, and heading back into Manhattan on the Queensboro Bridge. (The walk was organized by this group.)
Here's the Triborough Bridge from the Upper East Side waterfront:

The bridge connects Manhattan with Randall's Island and then with Queens.

The part of Randall's Island we saw was mostly athletic fields, with some green spaces looking out over Manhattan.

The best part of this walk was the bridge. Under it:

Getting onto it:

Looking over its edge:


Here's the Triborough Bridge from the Upper East Side waterfront:

The bridge connects Manhattan with Randall's Island and then with Queens.

The part of Randall's Island we saw was mostly athletic fields, with some green spaces looking out over Manhattan.

The best part of this walk was the bridge. Under it:

Getting onto it:

Looking over its edge:


Labels:
bridges,
New York City,
parks,
photography,
photos (mine),
walks,
water
Monday, June 30, 2014
Hopping over to Staten Island: Snug Harbor Gardens and Alice Austen House
Staten Island was the only New York City borough I'd never been to - until today.
The best way to get there is with the free ferry that leaves the southern tip of Manhattan. Some people just ride the ferry back and forth for the amazing views of the NYC harbor, Manhattan, Brooklyn, New Jersey, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Governor's Island, bridges connecting different islands… Like here, you see a bunch of helicopters against a backdrop of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Bridge:

And here's the Verrazano Bridge connecting Brooklyn and Staten Island (with a Manhattan-bound Staten Island ferry passing us by in the foreground):

You can't not take a photo of the Statue of Liberty too. It's a compulsion.

The ferry terminal on Staten Island conveniently has a bunch of bus terminals radiating off of it, with buses ready to take you to different parts of the island. This visit we stuck to the northeast part of the island, first taking the S40 bus to the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Garden. Crossing the two-lane road from the S40 bus stop to the back entrance of Snug Harbor is a treat, because there are no traffic lights and crosswalk, and cars are zooming at you from both directions (in one direction hidden by a bend in the road). So you've got to time things just right and then hustle.
The best way to get there is with the free ferry that leaves the southern tip of Manhattan. Some people just ride the ferry back and forth for the amazing views of the NYC harbor, Manhattan, Brooklyn, New Jersey, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Governor's Island, bridges connecting different islands… Like here, you see a bunch of helicopters against a backdrop of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Bridge:

And here's the Verrazano Bridge connecting Brooklyn and Staten Island (with a Manhattan-bound Staten Island ferry passing us by in the foreground):

You can't not take a photo of the Statue of Liberty too. It's a compulsion.

The ferry terminal on Staten Island conveniently has a bunch of bus terminals radiating off of it, with buses ready to take you to different parts of the island. This visit we stuck to the northeast part of the island, first taking the S40 bus to the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Garden. Crossing the two-lane road from the S40 bus stop to the back entrance of Snug Harbor is a treat, because there are no traffic lights and crosswalk, and cars are zooming at you from both directions (in one direction hidden by a bend in the road). So you've got to time things just right and then hustle.
Labels:
Alice Austen,
art,
bridges,
flowers,
gardens,
history,
museums,
New York City,
parks,
photography,
photos (mine),
Staten Island,
water
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