The old and the new, the financial district, the bit where the Dutch landed, or near it anyway.
My first squirrel spotting, which almost made up for the horribly hot weather.
And then we found this turkey, at least I think it was a turkey, just sitting there, in Battery Park, watching the gawping tourists (like me).+battery+park.JPG)
Down town, from the Staten Island Ferry, a free ride mostly used by tourists, at least off peak.
We found the Richmond Bank Ball Park.
We could find nothing to identify this building, just across from the ferry terminal on Richmond Terrace, anybody?
It had a lovely, shady park right next door.
With this statue, dedicated to a public man.
And then we found Trinity Church, on Wall Street.
Where they have apparently kept the choir and have music at services.
It may seem strange to some, that an atheist can like churches so much. I don't think it strange to enjoy beauty and history, it would be strange not to.
I loved that someone, or ones, keep up gardens in the boneyard, which is a joyful, beautiful thing. Nothing like those soulless, ugly lawn cemeteries that abound today. I've no interest at all in visiting any such place.
Adam & Eve and their pet snake, Boris.
That these are allowed to weather away can only be a good thing.
Just over the road, real, busy, noisy life. But you didn't notice it when your back was turned.
A printer's grave.
And just next door, another beautiful building, the Trinity Building.
It can be a struggle to read the gravestones, but really, the weathered beauty is what I found most interesting. The history of individuals being so very fleeting.
Saints or somesuch.
I'd have loved to be allowed underground for a look.
Did someone not die, or decide to be buried with someone else?
The Trinity Building, a window this time, from the graveyard not the street.
Where they have apparently kept the choir and have music at services.
It may seem strange to some, that an atheist can like churches so much. I don't think it strange to enjoy beauty and history, it would be strange not to.
I loved that someone, or ones, keep up gardens in the boneyard, which is a joyful, beautiful thing. Nothing like those soulless, ugly lawn cemeteries that abound today. I've no interest at all in visiting any such place.
Adam & Eve and their pet snake, Boris.
That these are allowed to weather away can only be a good thing.
Just over the road, real, busy, noisy life. But you didn't notice it when your back was turned.
A printer's grave.
And just next door, another beautiful building, the Trinity Building.
It can be a struggle to read the gravestones, but really, the weathered beauty is what I found most interesting. The history of individuals being so very fleeting.
Saints or somesuch.
I'd have loved to be allowed underground for a look.
Did someone not die, or decide to be buried with someone else?
The Trinity Building, a window this time, from the graveyard not the street.
Still to come, Day 2 & beyond!
