After I rode home from work, Vera and I were ready for a little more action and some visual stimulation.
So we climbed the stairs to the walkway/bike lane of the RFK/Triborough Bridge. We could not have had a better view of Upper Astoria clothed in fall colors:
It's a New York view most people never see. But, when I turned around, I encountered the sort of vista almost everyone expects late on a mid-autumn afternoon in the Big Apple:
Even the Hell Gate railroad trestle took on the hues of foliage reflected in the late-day sun:
Vera was being modest about helping to make this mini-revelry possible:
So we climbed the stairs to the walkway/bike lane of the RFK/Triborough Bridge. We could not have had a better view of Upper Astoria clothed in fall colors:
It's a New York view most people never see. But, when I turned around, I encountered the sort of vista almost everyone expects late on a mid-autumn afternoon in the Big Apple:
Even the Hell Gate railroad trestle took on the hues of foliage reflected in the late-day sun:
Vera was being modest about helping to make this mini-revelry possible:
