16-04-02 WPC – Landscape #1

Looking out over the Indian Point Marshes towards Blackfish Creek, low tide 2/29/16. (My apologies, I have a failing nuclear power plant on the brain. This is the Indian Neck Marshes not Indian Point…oops – edit 4/2/16 @ 6:23 pm)

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Other landscapes.

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15-08-09 Weekly Photo Challenge (Seafood Edition)

The Challenge this week: Beneath Your Feet.

My first response: Horseshoe Crab is Here

Back to Blackfish for response # 2. Walking the tidal flats at low tide, I came across this little beastie…

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Other things people have seen beneath:

http://aliabbasali.com/2015/08/09/beneath-your-feet/

https://kadamakudy.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/cherai-beach/

https://normashilpi.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/beneath-my-feet/

https://carolynsonlinemagazine.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/the-ground-beneath-my-feet/

http://twobrownfeet.com/2015/08/09/wpc-beneath-our-feet/

https://wanderingcows.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/weekly-photo-challenge-beneath-your-feet/

https://ontheland.wordpress.com/2015/08/08/weekly-photo-challenge-beneath-your-feet/

8-5-14 Oyster Farming – Low Tide Blackfish Creek

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Not all creatures care…

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The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.

Lewis Carroll

3-19-11 Low Tide

I am discovering that I have a lot of difficulty following through on my daily shooting plans. But it really isn’t my fault. The river just continually confounds me and makes me do something unexpected.

Today’s plan was to shoot the various entrances to the Greenway between 125th Street and 157th Street. What you see as you approach them, what it looks like to be on or in them, and then how they appear from the river. I took some wonderful shots of the entrance at Fort Washington Park (157th Street).   As I was walking down a gentleman approached me – seeing my camera and bag and my obsessive shooting, I think he assumed that I was an expert – and asked me what I thought of this spot on the river as the place to take his wedding pictures.  I asked him when, he said next week and that he realized that it would not be green yet but did I think he could get some nice romantic pictures…The shore line juts into the Hudson slightly here and you have a clean and unobstructed shot of the The Little Red Lighthouse and the Great Gray Bridge. Turn yourself slightly and you get the bridge and the Palisades.  I told him with a decent wedding photographer, I thought the spot would work nicely.

So I get down to the bank and shoot back at the walkway and then take my first real look at the river.  Never have I seen the Hudson as low. Is it because of the Equinox? The “Super Moon”? No idea but goodbye entryways, hello “tidal flat.”

I am standing in the river bed here, having climbed down the rocks. This is 4 or 5 feet lower than I have seen The Hudson before. I wonder how long that trash can has been drowned?

As I came back up to the path, a very cute little girl riding her bike stopped and asked me what I was doing. I said that I was taking pictures of the river and had she seen how low it was?  She really did not care and asked me if I wanted to take her picture instead? Subtext “silly man – I am cute and my bike is fab and the river is just a river”

She was half right – she was totally cute and her bike was completely fab but the river is always more than just a river. I looked at her Dad and he said “sure”.

I walked further downstream and came to one of the discharge pipes. Under normal circumstances, if I wanted these shots, I would be knee-deep in the river. Not today…

Finally I made my way down to the the north side of Riverbank State Park at 145th Street and was getting ready to go out when I saw a group of 2 adults and 3 teenage girls. They were tying a rope to a bucket. I asked what they were doing and they said that they were getting water samples for a science project at Hunter College High School.  The designated thrower asked me if I thought the rocks would be slippery and with my hour of experience walking them I was able to assure him that most…not all but most… were not. He tiptoed down and I tromped down after him.

Maybe tomorrow I will shoot the entryways. Although I am going to go at low tide again and see what the situation is.  Que Sera – we shall see…