We don’t need Punxsutawney Phil to tell us whether or not spring is around the corner — we have the Manhattan’s High Line to tell us that!!! The winter blooms of witch hazel are fading, and the spring blooms of pussywillows along the High Line are beginning.
Stay in the ground, groundhog!
The Freedom Tower is nearly as tall as the old Twin Towers were, and is now merely another Goliath of a building in Manhattan’s skyline.
So much so, that Manhattan’s smog blurs the tower from a distance now. Smog, yummy!
An artist wrote “art is my weapon” along the sidewalk of Manhattan’s West Village.
Art was also the weapon of choice for the CIA against the Soviets during the Cold War. Jackson Pollack… Bleh! Shudder!!! Given this, we’ll assume that there’s a CIA operative or two in the West Village.
Ladies and Gents, allow us to introduce you to the underbelly of the Manhattan Bridge, the Brooklyn trestle.
And based off of the several thousand times that we’ve crossed the bridge, we think that it should be renamed, The Bridge of Decaying Confidence, in large part to the way that the bridge jumps when an overweight truck speeds across it.
New York City is like a Monet painting. It’s looks good from afar, but it’s quite ugly up close.
Bella!