Posts Tagged ‘George Washington Bridge’

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 13, 2008, 7:38am. Notes: The cloud bank this morning looked like a mountain range. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds. Some days we want to photograph the George Washington Bridge. Today we went for the seagulls.


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 1, 2008, 5:58pm. Notes: A panoramic view of the pre-war ruins of Washington Heights and the post-war ruins of New Jersey. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: February 28, 2008, 7:56am. Notes: The sky is starting to seem spring-like, but it was actually close to minus-fifty. “It was to be encased in granite but because of the Depression was never done and the structure […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: February 26, 2008, 7:56am. Notes: The morning light — not unlike our mood — is not so much blue as tinged with blue. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the […]


In winter we had no dreams; it was too cold to consider anything but the brittle landscape outside and the frozen tributaries of our past within. In spring we were nervous and agitated, our thoughts scattered like cherry-blossom petals in the wind. Summer came and we were boldly confident, perhaps even arrogant; who could not […]


Those arriving in Washington Heights for the first time are often surprised to hear splintering, cracking sounds in the distance, sounds which like breaking bones or the felling of ancient trees barely need to be identified to be recognized. “Oh yes,” we nod impassively, but then feel compelled to elaborate. “The shoreline is rocky and […]


Since we last saw the hills around Saratoga a few days ago, they have become drab and mundane, the color of an unwatered suburban lawn, while further south the Catskills have grown equally tired and pedestrian. Did we really talk with any enthusiasm about wanting to visit either of these spots? Even the Hudson River […]