I have been walking the streets of New York City since the day I moved here, never tiring of it, feeling its history deep in my bones, awed at the almost organic nature of its existence. In spite of the seeming control of technology, and the presence of man-made everything everywhere, New York City just is.
A city that welcomes everyone from no matter where in the world. A city with endless park benches on which to pause. A city with endless park benches on which to pause. A city with endless dog parks, in which our four-leggeds can pause.
A place to hitch your bike, take a cruise, have a snooze, end your day with booze.
A place to find some relief, sail without wind, row without oars.
And all in the eternal Pursuit of Magic…
#ILoveNewYork #TheWaterfront
The Pursuit of Magic 
Reading, Battery Square Park 
Shovels 
Tenacity 
Idler Under the High LIne 
Snoozing, West Street 
No Parking, West Street 
Springtime 
La Sirena 
The Freedom Tower 
Lady Liberty
May 1, 2016 at 5:21 pm
beautiful post
May 1, 2016 at 5:28 pm
Ms. Literally Literary. Thank you…for taking a New York pause to comment.
May 1, 2016 at 5:41 pm
You know I’m just making these I Love New York posts just to torture you Eve Aebi…
May 1, 2016 at 5:56 pm
I have not been there since 1989, but I remember well the exhilaration, the juxtaposition of feeling both freedom and connection; the sense that everyone I passed shared in my joy at being there and being alive!
May 1, 2016 at 6:31 pm
It’s true what you write Literally Literary. Strangely (or not), New York reminds me of sourdough starter, passed from bread baker to bread baker. I can feel the presence of the woman who lived in my apartment for 14 years before I moved in. Sometimes I stop in the middle of my walk and close my eyes and try to take myself back 100, 200, 300 years and imagine the same spot teaming with people and activity. It is the juxtaposition of so many things…freedom, hope and possibility among them. Layer upon layer upon layer of culture upon culture upon culture. The old and the new. There is something about living in a city that is constantly building from scratch, yet also continually preserving its history…for future generations. You must come visit again…and see the Freedom Tower and downtown Manhattan after 9/11…
May 1, 2016 at 8:08 pm
A lot of green already!
There is nothing like the NYC gritty feeling of life lived to its fullest.
May 1, 2016 at 8:37 pm
It was surprisingly green on April 11th Nadia Korths. There had been lots of rain and then it was very warm and bright and everything was pushing up out of the ground. But it was still the time of year that once the sun gets low on the horizon it cools off pretty quickly. But where I took these photos…on the Hudson about a mile up from the mouth of the River/Bay, it is very wide and the sun reflects off of everything, the river, the buildings, the docks and it seems to warm everything up. It’s a beautiful part of New York. The new Whitney Museum downtown is right there and has brought a lot of foot traffic to the area. New York is awesome…but so are many, many other US cities!
May 2, 2016 at 1:31 pm
I love Montreal Giselle Minoli. Born there. Shared an apt. timeshare style. For some 3 years I lived 6 days a month in the Park Slope equivalent. A whole city where two languages are regularly spoken within conversations, within sentences. Memories of there and Geneva, Switzerland have been surfacing lately. Jasmine flowering triggers flashbacks of the wonders of the shaded, stone walled back gardens of my grandparents’ gentleman farm just a bit uphill from the waters of Lake Geneva/Leman.
Spring is indeed a wondrous experience of renewal and reconnection to the past springs as I enter certain lights, waffs (sp?) of air.
Thanks for the memory/sensory trip back into the city.
May 2, 2016 at 2:10 pm
Nadia Korths how lovely your description of your own sensory experiences of city/country. I grew up in nature and although I appreciated it and knew it was beautiful I can’t say that I was the one who ‘nurtured’ that beauty. My mother was. Now I have turned to it myself and understand something about her…and myself…and perhaps women (I know so many who garden, who love Spring and look forward to it), although I know many, many men love to garden as well. It is indeed a wondrous experience. And I love Fall as much. For different reasons, of course. Unfortunately I have never been to Canada or to Switzerland. One day…one day…
May 2, 2016 at 2:43 pm
I’ll put the kettle on. You’ll love Cape Breton!
May 2, 2016 at 5:31 pm
Giselle Minoli , did you do your biannual yet? This grass airstrip where I am living has a guest pad for tie down and from the midst of these 100 acres of woodland, downtown Savannah is 6 – 8 miles away via old highway 17. Maybe in the Fall when I come back down you, with/without hubby, could adventure down.
May 2, 2016 at 7:14 pm
I did indeed Nadia Korths. I had my biannual in early February. Winter. Very cold…but crystal clear sky, no wind…perfect. What a perfect potential trip you describe. Is the airstrip private? Some grass ones are public use…Do you know the Air Nav ID? I’ll look it up…
May 3, 2016 at 1:43 am
Airstrip is private. Hodges Air Park is the name. I’ll ask for the Air Nav ID. I need to know that 🙂 Giselle Minoli. Great little community.
May 3, 2016 at 1:51 am
It’s actually called the airport identifier Nadia Korths and I just looked it up. It’s called GA39. And I’m assuming that is short for Grass Airstrip #39! Here is the link if you are curious. Short airstrip as are most grass ones. There is actually a black and white picture as well as the VFR chart: //http://www.airnav.com/airport/GA39
May 3, 2016 at 2:05 am
That is the one Giselle Minoli!