From the noisiest park in the world, under the two bridges: Brooklyn and Manhattan, on the tide-ebbed East River, which is a strait.
A wedding was happening on the little beach, the bride shivering in ivory silk. The Q train was roaring over the Manhattan bridge. Film makers were shooting on the grassy knoll. Six mallards bobbed on the gunmetal water.
The weather gathered itself for a long day of rain.
3 comments:
Nice that you focus on beauty in NYC.
Metro NY is too ambiguous for me.
SH: there is a lot of beauty here...
Love how the last image gives the sense that one is looking down on snowy mountains peaks.
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