Albert the Dog at Pier 54
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Where in New York Am I?: Peering into the Past

As we strolled up the Hudson River Park the other day, the Lady and I passed a Department of Sanitation depot south of 14th Street. I would have loved to investigate the intriguing odors emanating from the garbage trucks, but the Lady insisted we hurry along (She does not share my fascination with garbage smells). Next door, we encountered this rusting steel arch fronting a disused pier.

This pier, strewn with debris and currently occupied by construction vehicles, is connected with two major ship disasters.  Continue reading

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An Orange Walk

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During a daytime, winter walk in New York, only man-made objects enliven the pale blue, grey, and white palette with dashes of color. A red brick building in the afternoon sunlight takes on a burnt orange hue. After a romp in the snow, nothing is better than curling up in a warm alpaca blanket, a gift brought back from Peru by our houseguest Ginger‘s human.

Supposedly, the first day of spring is less than two weeks away. I do hope it arrives on time.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Orange you glad it’s photo challenge time?.”