On the Hudson

Contrary to what the flag suggests, this is not Greece (ha!) but Chelsea Piers.

It is extremely, bluely, cold.

The golf range looks abandoned, and I dread to think what temperature the water is.

I come upon rather a jolly crew, and ask if I can take their picture.

Hint: Pretend to be a tourist. Tourists take pictures of anything -- no questions asked.

I wonder what these guy are doing. They say: fishing.

"You should wait 'til the diver comes up! ...or what we call bait!"

Much laughter ensues.

Glug, glug, glug. Ice, debris and who knows what else........

But, lo and behold !.....

The diver emerges in his deep-sea diving suit....

And waves quite merrily at me.

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Things that Go

A rather usual sort of day..... subway downtown.

A walk in the new park at the end of 23rd Street

and a visit to the Museum of the American Indian in the former custom house at One Bowling Green which used to be a custom house. Here a mural makes the Hudson look much busier than it does today.

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Ice and Horses

The Hudson River is cluttered with thick chunks of ice. 

The center of the river moves extremely swiftly. How one would hate to fall into it.

Chelsea Piers. Friday afternoon, looking west towards New Jersey.

Clearing the ice on Pier 63.

Mechanical horses for children at Chelsea Piers.....

...and real horses on 8th Avenue.

Metal

The skeleton of an old building by the side of the Hudson.

Ghost writing and verdigris.

There is something delicious about  metal decaying.

Time to clean up the house and make things sparkle so candles can reflect light.

Monochrome sparklies in ABC's window --tasteful, kitsch and charming all in one shot. 

I lust after a glittery little deer.

The Salvation Army are out in force and good for them.

Here Music outside Macy's on 34th Street.