Posts Tagged ‘George Washington Bridge’

In which a painter is also obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. So on Saturday when we were walking around in the rain, we were kinda shocked to stumble upon this rather swank gallery on Riverside Drive and 181st Street in Washington Heights. We knocked on the door and they let us in, even though […]


In which The Gay Recluse is tired. Bedtime. Sometimes even the bridge seems small and far away under the tumult of the sky; once crushed with regret and longing, we are inspired by its patience. –The Gay Recluse


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Last night we were watching Dante’s Cove, but really, the sunset was much more entertaining. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time/Date: Today, after the rain. The bridge is named in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. —Wikipedia


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of lung cancer as he becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. The oily black smoke of 100-year-old boilers disperses daily across the rooftops in Washington Heights, heedless of those (including birds) who suffer from pneumonia, asthma and tuberculosis. Officials and politicians? Not even footnotes in this story, which […]


In which The Gay Recluse watches birds. The bird flew by just as the fog was lifting. That could be a metaphor for many different things!


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photographs: April 12, 2008, 8am, 9am and 8pm. When we woke up, you could barely see the bridge. (But it looked great in the fog!) The sun finally broke through and everything glistened. It looked surreal. Tonight it […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs shipwrecks lining the Hudson north of the George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: March 30, 2008 (afternoon) As usual, there were those who did not survive the winter. We tend to look at the wreckage with some disdain: “That could never happen to us!” Yet! There is […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 3, 2008, wheneverness. Work was difficult this week. It was hard to concentrate. Life felt very distant. We wished we could take a nap. Somehow it never ends. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, […]


In which The Gay Recluse corresponds with Harry, an 80-year-old autistic gay man. Herewith, for those who asked (and for those who did not): March 24: It is none my business to know, but! My curiosity is tweaked. Who are you? Have you posted something somewhere to give a more detailed bio? or do I […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 1, 2008, 7:00 – 8:00 pm (ish). The sunset sky — even this tone of blue — is perhaps not as promising as we’d like to believe. (We think of someone we recently overheard describing her […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 31, 2008, 9:48am. Notes: The gray tone of the sky nearly matched that of the bridge. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel […]


In which The Gay Recluse dreams of stowing away. There are hundreds of barges that pass by each day. All of them seem to have cool apartments on board. We dream of sailing to Australia to visit The Cannanes.


In which The Gay Recluse takes pictures and displays ignorance. First, a note from our new friend and GreenCine film critic James Van Maanen, who writes (with regard to the below shot): Is that first picture of a hawk, maybe? (I ask, because we are getting a number of here out here in Jackson Heights […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds. Hmm…what kind of bird is this? (We need to do some homework.) Hi everyone! What kind of birds are you? You kind of look like seagulls. (Omg! Is that an insult!?) Sometimes you just want to be left alone.


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photograph: March 21, 2008, 7:54am. Notes: The blue sky, almost completely windswept. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on […]


In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and Date of morning photograph: March 20, 2008, 6:54am. Notes: One benefit of living in Washington Heights is that it’s truly like the 19th century, not only in the architectural grandeur that splays across the rooftops, but the daily emissions of 100-year-old boilers in […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of morning photograph: March 20, 2008, 6:54am. Notes: Seriously, don’t these clouds look a little “Poltergeisty”? Time and Date of evening photograph: March 20, 2008, 6:54pm. Notes: We appreciate the black smoke, which is so good for our asthma. […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 19, 2008, 6:54am. Notes: A gray morning, but the cats are up. (There’s no going back to sleep.) “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 18, 2008, 6:48am. Notes: It was early, but the blue and orange — i.e., together — was the best part of the day. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in […]