Yesterday, I wrote about seeing the cherry blossoms budding on my way in to work.
Well, my ride home included a different sort of visual spectacle. Because I was carrying a lot (and was being a bit lazy), I took the new connector bridge, which is flat, to Randall's Island, rather than the steep, zig-zaggy ramp up to the Bronx spur of the RFK Bridge.
The connector passes underneath the Hell Gate viaduct--where the Amtrak trains run--and over the Bronx Kill, which separates the rusty but still running industrial areas of the Bronx from the parklike expanses of Randall's Island.
My commute may be only ten kilometers in each direction. But I felt as if I'd experienced a whole spectrum of color, a wide panaroma of light and forms, on my way to work and back.
Well, my ride home included a different sort of visual spectacle. Because I was carrying a lot (and was being a bit lazy), I took the new connector bridge, which is flat, to Randall's Island, rather than the steep, zig-zaggy ramp up to the Bronx spur of the RFK Bridge.
The connector passes underneath the Hell Gate viaduct--where the Amtrak trains run--and over the Bronx Kill, which separates the rusty but still running industrial areas of the Bronx from the parklike expanses of Randall's Island.
My commute may be only ten kilometers in each direction. But I felt as if I'd experienced a whole spectrum of color, a wide panaroma of light and forms, on my way to work and back.
thats a beautiful capture. certainly better in person, i imagine =] happy spring riding justine!
ReplyDeleteMeli--You're back. It really is Spring!
ReplyDeleteThank you, and happy spring to you, too!