Photo of the Day: Biker, Dog and Waterfront, NYC

This afternoon, just before attending a play on Christopher Street, I noticed, to the west, one of the sites I value most about New York City: its waterfront. This section of it is adjacent to West Street, a name that, for those who know me well, makes me feel right at home.

I’m not sure which images I enjoyed more: the shots of New Jersey or of those on the esplanade. I chose the latter today, but undoubtedly I’ll present you with some of the former within the next week as well.

Photo of the Day: A Bike, Two Flags, and a Bear

I noticed this offbeat scene while on vacation at the Chautauqua Institution earlier this month, and immediately pulled out my camera to record the scene.

Photo of the Day: Leaders of the Pack

Saddle River County Park, about a 25-minute ride from my home in Bergen County, NJ, was the scene of bicyclists, pedestrians and simply people who wanted to be out on an only slightly overcast spring afternoon today. I entered the park in a spot I had never tried before: the Otto C. Pehle area in Saddle Brook.

The bike and pedestrian path where I took this photo wends its way around six miles, through Ridgewood, Glen Rock, Fair Lawn, Paramus, Saddle Brook and Rochelle Park. I only photographed a small section of a very long line of bicyclists, riding single file. 

I feel as if I only began to scratch the surface of this lovely park, so I’m sure I’ll be back by the end of the year.

Photo of the Day: Rapid Transit of a Different Kind

Okay, okay…Sort of rapid transit. If this conveyance has the light in its favor. If traffic is light. If you don’t have anywhere particularly far to go. And if time isn’t really a factor in your plans, since you’re in this back seat with the one you love and you can take in the Big Apple in all its charms.

I don’t know if this is the result of Mayor Mike Bloomberg and his transportation commissioner, but I’m seeing more and more of these vehicles around Times Square in the last year or so. Wouldn’t you know it—Woody Allen, for all effects and purposes, stops filming in New York at just the point when one of these contraptions might have provided the kind of picturesque scene he used to put in such cinematic valentines to Gotham as Hannah and Her Sisters and, of course, Manhattan.