October 24, 2011

The Heights (cruisers & sacrifices galore)

To help ease the pain of seeing my "me" pictures, I took a walk around my hood. This is where I live! Washington Heights, 184th Street, New York, NY 10033.  (click on a photo for slide show)
My building! We're on the corner of the top floor.
This is the hill I walk up everyday.  It's killer in heels.
My metro station!  Isn't it cute?
The rest are from Fort Tryon Park a few blocks north (click the link below to see them).  I had never walked through the park before for some ungodly reason.  And besides the fact that I was cruised three times on one of the more isolated paths, it was a beautiful stroll.  Would you ever think to see stone-lined paths and a flourishing forest in Manhattan?

I found the dog park!  Daphne I miss you!
 This harvest festival was happening in the center of the park.  According to what a man dressed as a druid was shouting, this little girl's soul is returning to the underworld.  Then they proceeded to sacrifice her.  Figuratively.
These fallout shelter signs are on almost every building.  They were one of the first things I noticed when I moved here.  Turns out they're from a Cold War federal program that set up thousands of shelters everywhere within fifty miles of Indian Point Energy Center.  They were reinforced rooms filled with canned food and essential supplies for survival during a nuclear catastrophe.  Obviously the program is no longer active, but the signs remain all over the city.  I'll probably steal one at some point and put it above my closet.


  1. We are SOOOOOOO doing a photo shoot in that park when I come up in Dec...heads up!! :D

  2. "Jealous" is an understatement for what I'm feeling right now. We are saving our coins so we can come be your neighbor!


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