No hurry, one tick, two salamanders, three people, four cameras. It was just another day on Staten Island. High Rock Park had put on a warm autumn robe of exclusive yellows. So starved for reds, we stopped at a strange pizzeria on our way back, reincarnation of a Brooklyn joint fallen from grace. I’m sure Marie will post about that.

Fall in High Rock Park, Staten Island
Fall in High Rock Park, Staten Island