The Tri-boro (they won't get me to start calling it the Robert F. Kennedy) and the Hell Gate Bridges at sunset yesterday.
And look. It's all still there at sunrise this morning. Who-da-thunk-it?
I have a backlog of pictures to post with really boring stories to go along with them. I'll get around to it.
I swear it.
Have a happy Wednesday and chat amongst yourselves.
Lately it seems that I'm destined to become "the last commenter." Maybe it's because I regularly come to the party late, so everyone is already talked out by the time I get there. So since I'm early with this one, I'm hoping my comment won't stay "the last comment" for very long.
I don't know which bridge is which? But they both look pretty cool. Do you think I could buy one of them from you, Nathan?
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
The nearer one -- with the spires -- is the Triboro Bridge. The arched span further in the background is the Hell Gate bridge. (It's a railroad bridge).
Hell Gate get's its name from being a fairly narrow waterway connecting the East River to Long Island Sound, and the currents there turn really "hellish".
Shut up and get to work on my website.
Man, our supreme leader doesn't even bring us bagels anymore. Sheesh. I wonder if Michelle stashed any of the chocolate in the couch?
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