Today was another walk/travel heavy day. Gotta schtap that, tomorrow I’ll take a break… said the man with 8 jobs…
Anyhow, this is where things started today Kosciuszko Station right by my place in Brooklyn (no, no, I don’t know how to pronounce it either).
I then walked over to the 9/11 memorial. It was kind of hard to get a scale of things having never been to New York before but this is where the towers used to be.
Yes, New York has some crazies too. The oddest thing though is the police equipment, check out the scissor lift tower thing in the background. The Google search for those interested.
Right behind crazy magoo above we had a mormon (I’m guessing) choir. NEW YORK BABY!
Cool Architectural detail to reduce (guessing again) air conditioning/cooling costs in the summer. It was 27 degrees and 75% humidity today, yup!
Flip side of the panels.
Street art. Enough said. Perhaps this artist was inspired by my lack of housing situation on Monday… I’ll deal with that tomorrow.
The Highline, it was my top of list item when I came to New York and I got there on day two. For those of you who don’t know it’s a converted subway track that is now a greenway. Cool. As. F***.
Yes, I assume children read this blog. KEEPING IT CLEAN FOR THE KIDS PEOPLE.
View from the highline of a typical New York Street;
- Tons of traffic
- A sidewalk is closed
- Something is under construction
- There is brick
- A taxi is being… dutch (for the kids)
For lunch I could not resist a BBQ place called the Smokeline on the Highline (full disclaimer, I just wanted to be able to blog that sentence).
Pulled Pork with pickled cucumber and a side of sweet corn. That’s all the food groups, right Mom?
Awesome seating on the highline.
Walking to Times Square now, THIS is what I had imagined NYC to be like. People chock-a-block. The only reason there is that space in the bottom of the frame is beacuse a 6’5″ german wielding a camera is about to inhabit that space.
Times Square, even busier than that street corner. Found some quiet space on this random theatre seating in the middle of it all.
Home again back in Brooklyn, it’s funny how 30 minutes on the M Train can change your landscape in this dense city (victory note, have not gotten on the wrong subway/the one going the wrong way…yet).