The sun has just set behind Jamaica Bay, near the place it meets the Atlantic at Breezy Point. I stumbled over this view on the Queens side of the Gil Hodges-Marine Park Bridge. That view led to another bridge:
To get to these views, we crossed another bridge:
The day was chilly and windy, and became more of both after we crossed this bridge from Beach Channel to the Rockaways. But somehow I didn't feel the cold. Maybe I was channeling the sky: Clouds spread like a shawl across a graying sea and houses that still have some of the warmth and light the sun within them.
And the way to these views was a bike ride through the gates of autumn:
Some of us have to carry a lot to get there:
Sometimes the journey is long, or seems that way:
And where does it lead? Hopefully, to some place like this:
And it continues. There is no escaping it, though some will try:
That's a washed-out stretch of the Greenway, where it parallels Belt Parkway along Brooklyn's South Shore. I asked someone to take a photo of me, but I didn't like it. So I took this photo of a couple I saw cycling.
Where else could they have been riding but through a sunset in the gates of autumn.