The monochrome months are here

Autumn arrives later and leaves earlier every year now, leaving us in what feels like endless grays and sepias.

Winter has its own beauties, but now that we seldom get snow anymore, it can definitely be monotonous. Brown, brown, brown, brown. Oh, look—gray!

Here are two pictures from Inwood Hill Park last winter, one a little filtered, one not.

Saturday reflections

Reflections in Spuyten Duyvil from Inwood Hill Park.

Sunday bird blogging

Another look at Spuyten Duyvil Creek and the Henry Hudson Bridge, this time with a mallard.

Saturday reflections

Here's a lovely water reflection from Inwood Hill Park yesterday. This is Spuyten Duyvil Creek which, along with the Harlem River, separates Manhattan from the Bronx—this really is the northernmost tip of Manhattan Island. That's the Henry Hudson Bridge, and beyond it, the Hudson River.

Shorakkopoch Rock

I only learned of the existence of this marker a few years ago, despite having lived in New York City for the past forty years, and saw it for the first time today.

It marks the place where Peter Minuit allegedly purchased Manhattan Island in 1626, though there's not really any evidence that this happened, or that if it did, it happened here. But it is certain that there was a giant tulip tree here that was hundreds of years old when it was felled by a storm in the 1930's. 

It's in Inwood Hill Park, at the very northern tip of Manhattan Island, one more place that I would probably never have visited if I hadn't bought a car. I will definitely be back.