I took a long walk in Inwood Hills Park today. I frequently go there when I want to be as alone as you can be in public in NYC. There are a number of nooks and crannies you can find where you can spend a few minutes without seeing or hearing anyone. You can do the same by staying in your apartment or closing your office door but it just doesn’t feel the same.
This fellow was my only companion for 5 or 10 minutes
I spent a lot of my time contemplating the bridges in the hood.
The Henry Hudson Bridge
The Amtrak Swing Bridge
The George Washington Bridge
I had intended to walk down to the GWB on this old beat pathway on the outskirts of Fort Washington park…but
It is closed for construction. In reality I know that this is good for the neighborhood and the city but it’s another of my wild places that will be tamed and gone.
Did you ever wonder what would happen to a Peep in a microwave. No? Neither had I but it came up last night, so…
Poor little purple duck.
It feels like it has been months since I have been on the Hudson north of 125th Street so I decided to rectify that today. My initial plan was to head up to Inwood and Inwood Hill Park but I realized that I did not have the time and so scaled back and went up to the 158th Street entrance to The Greenway. (click images to enlarge)
I started down the ramp and when I got to the bottom, I looked east
over the Amtrak right-of-way.
I then walked down to the river across the basketball courts and looked north.
It was a bright, mostly sunny day.
Then I pivoted and looked south.
Or was it an overcast day with high UV index?
I strolled south and then took a shot to the west to New Jersey.
As I mentioned in the post of June 9th, we were discussing Cartier-Bresson‘s Decisive Moment.
This was as close as I came today. The legs went in the air, the tugboat cleared the frame, the pigeon flew into the shot, and my finger pushed the shutter.
I continued south until I came to 125th Street where I took the 1 train. While waiting for it to arrive I looked NW back to the river and realized that I had the perfect shot to use as a tribute to Jade Doskow‘s Urban Utopias class that ends tomorrow. I looked out over Qzymandias’ construction site (or is it Columbia University’s construction site?) I always get the two confused.
Inwood Hill Park
Went back to Inwood Hill today to see what it looks like when we are not having a 20″ snowfall. I love this park. Took the walking trail that goes under the Henry Hudson Bridge – Henry Hudson Bridge – such a pretty bridge as long as you are not actually driving or walking on it. The lower level in particular is a truly odious entrance into Manhattan. Maybe when – if – the construction is finally done, it will improve marginally but I doubt it.
The Hudson Bridge actually spans Spuyten Duyvil Creek and not the Hudson. Spuyten Duyvil Creek
From the river side of the park you can see north past Yonkers and south to the GWB and the Lighthouse and beyond. There were still ice chunks in the river and black ice on the paths but you truly can feel spring around the bend. Nothing budding yet but the air feels different and the light is changing.
I spent about two hours roaming around then headed south to B&H for an excellent workshop given by Ariel Shanberg, Executive Director of the Center for Photography at Woodstock. Then had to meet my daughter at the doctor’s office. The school nurse thinks she has strep, the doctor thinks the school nurse is over-reacting…but tested her anyway. We shall see.