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More Spring on Roosevelt Island

Blossoms, city views and a tram

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…

Spring on Roosevelt Island

With limited access, an aerial tram and a strange stone park, the island is not exactly conventional

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. Looking at the Upper East Side from Roosevelt Island

Bridge Over The River Hudson

Convergence of wild lines and wide lanes

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…

A Train Up The Hudson

Visit to the remains of West Point Foundry, Cold Spring

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…

Chinatown Touch-And-Go

In and out swiftly, grab the pork buns, take a few pictures and go

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…

If It Is March, It Must Be Winter

Late snow fall causes Harlem cab pile-up. The Terrace Version.

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. “Ya stopped on a fresh red light, ya moron! Five of us coulda’ gotten…