Picnics in New York

Shorter days and longer nights mean that we have to head to Brooklyn Bridge Park early to catch a sun that sets around 6.20 at the moment. At home we usually eat late, not a good habit, but fine if we pretend that we are in training for Spain.

At Sahadi I found little chorizo sausages from Spain which state on their package that they contain pork, garlic and salt. That's it. I can hardly believe it. Not a nitrate in sight. I also roasted some chicken wings in a very BBQ-ish mixture of Worcester Sauce, Pickapeppa (not unlike HP, from Jamaica), lime juice and black pepper. Add the usual brie (triple cream from Trader Joe's - $5), roof tomatoes, baguette still warm from Sahadi's and our new favourite Verdejo (also Spanish...hm, must mean something).

There were more picnickers on a Saturday night, including a girl who lay with her boyfriend on a grassy incline of the Harbor View Lawn, facing away from us, but showing the world her unclad rear. Several male picnickers oriented themselves accordingly. I showed great self restraint, as I was shooting with a zoom.

There was frenetic helicopter activity, much more than usual, with a constant stream landing and taking off at the helipad at the Downtown Manhattan Heliport.

It was a clear evening, with jets, choppers, high con trails on the horizon lit like blazing orange comets, and the stars themselves.

And a sliver of moon, setting over Staten Island and New Jersey, and all points west-southwest.