Our last visit two years ago was in later winter, traces of snow lingered on the ground and the air was bitingly crisp. This time around, blossoms and people competed for attention and a space which, as I have said before, is so insipid in a way that one seeks inspirational sights on the nearby shores of Manhattan…Details
It is a strange place and I will post more about it soon. Here, for now, is a glimpse of one island through the blossoms of another.
They say time travel is still science-fiction. I beg to disagree. We have already invented it and use it on a daily basis. Sort of. A few centuries past, leaving Cape Town bound for New York, one would have had to follow the clipper route to the east, going the long way, and the trip…Details
Like a giant – if anatomically incorrect – octopus, five main Metro-North railroad lines and their sub-routines spread from Manhattan and Jersey City, fanning up into the states of New Jersey, New York and Connecticut. They constitute a commuter rail system with over one hundred and twenty stations, serving three states and reaching some ninety miles out…Details
So I had a craving. The goods? Pork buns. The source? Chinatown. The catch? None, other then, well, an expedition out of Harlem boundaries and into Chinalem – the smells, the sights, the sounds being crystallized, as if heightened and enhanced by an almighty cynical hand, amplified and thrown back at me with a challenging smirk. I grabbed a…Details
I might have to panic. My instructions covered watering and spring rebirth, not snow plowing – new age composting, not thawing the yeti.
Oh well. At least the sourdough is safe in the fridge.