(September 7) I was determined to make it to the HOWL Festival this year. It was only a token appearance, but I made it.
Waiting for the F from Brooklyn to the East Village, I noticed we’ve got a higher grade of graffitti artist in the neighborhood
Along with some random doodling
You know you’re in the East Village when the local entertainment includes “Cannibal! The Musical”, and “Poultrygeist”
Right about now, would be really good.
It’s very Tompkins Sq. Park, yes.
He plays it well, whatever it is.
(September 6) I had never been to Astroland in Coney Island, and on the day before it is apparently this this time for reals, closing, I decided to go get photos. In the rain. I thought there was something apropos about the remnants of a large storm blowing through at the end.
The Cyclone and the Wonder Wheel have landmark protection and will remain. Not sure how that’s going to work out.
I shared the boardwalk with maybe a half dozen other people.
This is probably where Tony_M went to play as a child.
Oddly enough, I ran into the architect of the US economy for the past 30 years. You’d have thought he had more important things to do right around now.
The rocket to somewhere, but not back to here.
As previously noted, the gift shop marks the end of the event.
And so thus ends our tour of of world famous Astroland on the Coney Island boardwalk.
Heading back to the subway, I passed what I think is the Nathan’s mothership
And their Countdown to Gluttony
Back out into the rain on Smith St.
I suppose the rain is good for something
This cone has known better days. I understand how it feels.
Somehow, really don’t think the Gowanus Canal has any chance of being non-toxic any time in the foreseeable future.
(August 30) Viza will be pleased to know that having walked the Brooklyn and Williamsburg bridges, that I finally went to the Brooklyn end of the Manhattan Bridge, and ventured across. I had planned on exploring further into Manhattan, but I was pretty tired by the time I stepped off the bridge in Chinatown. I need to return to Chinatown with my camera again.
When last I saw the Manhattan Bridge, it was from the grounds of Brooklyn Bridge Park.
I walked past this on my way to the F station.
At what point do we stop pretending blogs aren’t mainstream even if the vast majority of people don’t have one?
The plaza at the foot of the steps.
This is much nicer than the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.
Unfortunately, this would prove to be the only win for the Manhattan Bridge,
It suffers from the visual pollution of chain link fence,
meaning the view seen through my camera far exceeds what reality provides.
Unlike the Brooklyn and Williamsburg bridges, the bike lanes in both directions are together, as are the walkways.
One of the defining characteristics of this neighborhood is the unusually large number of skybridges, which link the many Watchtower Buildings.
You get an interesting view from up here, like of rooftop tennis courts
In a city of eight million people, someone’s always thinking something very similar to what you’re thinking
I’m a kid from the suburbs, and the woods this is not.
But if I were going to waste a lot of money living in the city,
I wouldn’t mind having one of these rooftop gardens
On this bridge you’ll see no traffic at all.
Unfortunately the same cannot be said about seeing subways trains.
I’ll bet the views from these are great
The pigeon, who laughs at the locked gates, mocked me
I wouldn’t mind having rooftop access, period, like these people
We can only hope the Water Taxi is more safely operated than the street taxis are
I’m getting the impression it’s non-stop weddings at this spot of the park
The idea of East River water touching my body creeps me out
Part two coming soon.
(July 26) I decided at long last it was time to go see Prospect Park, as a possible place to rollerblade. In the end I don’t think I got a really good look at it. I got dizzy, felt sick to my stomach, and thought I was going to pass out trying to blade to the top of the eastern side of the street that circles inside the park. That was a first.
This was the evening before. It struck me that this part of Brooklyn
has a suburban downtown feel to it
Past 5th Ave (above), and further northeast until I reached
Grand Army Plaza at the entrance to Prospect Park
Grand Army Plaza, across from the park’s entrance
Unlike Central Park in Manhattan, Prospect Park is a family-oriented park
I thought this was quite a sight
Feeling ill, as I was, I failed to notice the sculpture until just now;
actually I noticed, but failed to comprehend at the time
I also failed to notice the interestingly painted building
to the right of the Tea Lounge