queensboro bridge
A beautiful if eerie view from the Queensboro Bridge.
The Roosevelt Island tram and Queensboro Bridge are nicely silhouetted against the October sky.
A play of light and shadow on the bike path:
A moody hue to the view from the Queensboro Bridge.
It's amazing, the clear beauty of the world on a winter's morning walk. This is looking back to LIC from the Queensboro Bridge.
One of my favorite walks? From my apartment to my office, over the Queensboro Bridge. (I still haven't gotten used to calling it the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge. Maybe one day.) It's about three miles, door to door.My new motto? "If the sky's clear, walk it, dear! If it's raining hard, swipe your MetroCard." Those rhymes are terrible, but the fresh air is nice. This week, I saw several discarded NYE accoutrements and a new street-art series: photographs of the back of a woman's head, an image that was pasted to a number of yellow poles.
I've been walking to work a lot these days; Astoria to Midtown is only 3 miles, and if it's neither too cold nor too drizzly, I figure I might as well enjoy it before winter descends fully. This morning, I was delighted to find someone had covered part of the railing of the Queensboro Bridge with red crocheted scarves, accompanied by a note that read, "Stay warm NYC. Merry Christmas! Please, take a scarf." I didn't grab one, but the random act of artsy kindness warmed my heart. Anyone know who's behind this?
Walked Queens to Manhattan this morning to run an errand; a few other people had the same idea. That was quite the storm -- now we work on getting back to normal.
