Back to Jones Beach for this post. While home this summer I did something that I don’t remember doing while growing up on Long Island: I rode my bicycle along the Wantagh State Parkway to Jones Beach. You can read about the bike path here. It is full of bikers, runners, people on roller blades and walkers. I rode from East Meadow to Seaford where the path begins in Cedar Creek Park. I loved these early morning rides and enjoying a quiet, almost deserted beach. I felt like I had the boardwalk all to myself. I also was able to take more photos of the Jones Beach water tower (images coming soon). Can’t wait to do it again!
Category: New York
over the boardwalk
wtc transportation hub
The World Trade Center Transportation Hub seems to a bit out of place amidst the shiny, modern buildings in Lower Manhattan. It sort of looks like a gigantic stegosaurus skeleton that was unearthed during construction. Here is an image taken inside the hub.
In old New York
back home
a wordpress birthday
So WordPress sent me this message today: Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 5 years ago! Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!
Just want to say thank you to my WordPress family. To all of you who have connected here… thank you for your comments and conversations, your support and AY-MAY-ZING talent. I am grateful.
In WordPress years I am officially 5 years old. So, as far as photography and blogging go, that would make me a kindergarten student. Yup! That’s about right. Thanks everyone!
To celebrate, here is a favorite image. This is the interior of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York.
happy valentines day
the shore of my heart


memories
This image contains lots of ingredients that make up a wonderful part of my life. It was taken a couple of years ago in my home town, East Meadow NY. You can see that it is the corner of FIFTH ST and PROSPECT AVE. If you walk towards the ’57 Chevy and turn right when you pass it, and walk down FIFTH ST, you will arrive at my home in about 4 minutes. Speaking of ’57 Chevy’s, I remember when my dad had one. In fact, I was so young, I can remember sitting in the back seat with my legs sticking straight out. I was too short to bend my knees over the edge of the cavernous seat. All to say, I love my home town memories, my dad’s old ’57 Chevy, and the precious gift of being able to go back and see my parents in the house I grew up in.









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