Three Miles, Three Islands

I have always liked this post, but it is from when the blog was very new in 2015, so few have seen it. I thought I’d recycle it today!

On a cool, clear, fall day, I took a walk…a rather long walk.  I started in the Long Island City neighborhood in the borough of Queens (a county situated on the piece of land known as Long Island) and from there, proceeded on foot through areas of New York City that were for the most part new to me.

I began at the Socrates Sculpture Park– an open area on the Queens waterfront adjacent to tiny Roosevelt Island and with impressive views of Manhattan’s East Side.  Unfortunately, the Park was a bit a of mess on this day because they were between installations, however, I intend to visit again someday.  Here’s more on the park.

I had time to kill after walking through the park, so I decided to head toward Roosevelt Island. This long, thin, Island is known for being residential and I pictured block after block of brick apartment buildings.  I walked along the Queens waterfront to the pedestrian entrance of the Ed Koch Queensborough Bridge, which connects Queens, Roosevelt Island and Manhattan.  Well maintained and painted an unusual red hue, the footbridge offers stunning views of the Triborough bridge just to the North, Manhattan’s midtown and Upper East Side.

3 Queens to RI footbridge

What I found when I got to Roosevelt Island was a pleasant surprise.  I found a rather dense village within a metropolis.  A village with its own identity but also one that is also clearly part of the larger City.  The installation of a community gallery inside of a large parking structure was genius, the waterfront parks charming, and the main street- literally Main Street- helped to reinforce the village feeling.

By now, my feet were getting tired, and I was ready to head toward my final destination, Central Park.  I passed Roosevelt Island’s single subway station but thought it would be a waste not to continue my trip across the water rather than under it, to truly get the feeling of passing from island to island.  So I walked on to the famous Roosevelt Island Tram.  To my knowledge, it is New York City’s only aerial link, operating like a large ski lift.  About half as long as a subway car and maybe twice as wide, one can ride from Roosevelt Island to Manhattan using their metrocard.  The view, as I had hoped, was lovely.  Looking down on the Hudson and Midtown is a rare treat.

When I emerged from the tram, I was in the middle of Manhattan (island # 3) at 59th Street and Second Avenue.  From here, it was just another ten minute walk to Central Park.  When I reached the park, it was approaching dusk, and the rising of a large harvest moon and the cooling air gave the park a slightly ominous feel.  The easy-going nature of the park in summer that I had felt just a few weeks ago was gone.  I sat on a bench and took two shots, one of a darkening park landscape, and the other of a piece of public art- a clock that has a rotating face and stationary hands.

My journey through three islands in a single afternoon had come to and end.  I had taken in many sights and sounds, and once again, reveled in the incredible diversity of the city where I live.

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