I walked to Brooklyn Bridge Park with a picnic to meet Vince, who was on the Brooklyn Bridge taking pictures of cyclists.
Above, a patch of weeds that begs to be investigated. There is a lot of tall milkweed here and I want some of those purple flowers to add to pancakes. Milkweed fritters? Tempura? I might knock on the surviving building here, and ask. One day this will also be part of Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Magnolia virginiana - sweetbay.
Pickerelweed - Pontedaria sp.
The tide was super-high. The watergrasses were underwater and a family of ducks bobbed over them.
Waldorf salad with cold chicken, bacon and dandelion green sandwiches, sopressata from Los Paisanos.
I love watching this water. Tugs, ferries, cruise ships, taxis, tourist boats, pleasure craft, yachts, even a jet ski.
And I love looking at the green park to one side planted with native and delicious things. After supper I picked another bagful of Amelanchier berries. Pie tomorrow. In this lovely city.