New York is an undeniable concrete jungle. Manhattan is a land of spires, buildings that threaten to tear the sky asunder. The windows of the aforementioned reflect most everything - save for the extremities of the soul. As much as the smooth crystalline sheets become the surface water of the soul, there is a jarring jaggedness to their shapes. For those seeking soft, silent reprieve from the stiletto-staccato walks of the city, we seek out the outer boroughs.
For the longest time, I’ve regarded Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx as mere environs of the city proper. (Staten Island isn’t a borough no matter what people say. Sorry.) Actually, I still think that. Whoops.
Yet, there is truly something remarkable about the character, the feel, the ambiánce (stress the accent mark, it makes it classy) that can be found beyond asphalt roads. In this case, the roads are lined with stone.
DUMBO is a cobble-lined oasis of a neighborhood.
On the 125th Anniversary of the Brooklyn Bridge, hundreds of people swarmed to the foot of the Brooklyn Bridge as part of the Friday night celebrations. Promptly snatched up Target blankets, a field of families and couples, a big inflatable screen? You guessed it.
It was a showing of Disney’s Enchanted.
I’m not going to comment on the movie itself save for my recommendation to watch this in a wide open field under the night sky. Preferably with friends, if you’ve got ‘em.
If you’re sane unlike me, you’d enjoy the movie without recurring thoughts of Zionism and the destruction of cultural ideals and morals. Hey, I never made any claims to being a normal person.
It was really quite memorable, that experience. There’s something magical about the scent of the salt water, the smell of damp grass, the glow of the bridge and its reflection on the shimmering water. (I was about make a pun, but I thought the better of it) Naturally we had to explore the area more, and being the spry young things that we are, we went back on Memorial Day.
An Rong, Janet, Louie Chin, Carrie and I formed a small expeditionary party. The small beach by the park is amazing! All the kids were out of school and just running amok. I managed to get one or two shots I was happy with:
Afterwards, A Salt and Battery!
Grom!
Obligatory! (Jan Jan!)
Angry looking Carrie!
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new york rocks
people dont understand its beauty and greatness
u forgot louie lol
Yeah fuck Staten Island. It’s wigga’s ville.
cobble stone streets are pretty.
HMMMMMN i like your photography. You make everything look pretty!!
New York does rock. I never learned to appreciate it until i was whisked off to Norristown Sector 7 , PA for a whole two semesters. PA is pretty, environmentally, but it just doesn’t have the same charm as New York.