It has been nearly ten years since my first and only trip to New York. I'd been thinking of the trip recently, in part because of the decade milestone but mostly because southern California has experienced the complete opposite of winter so far this season. I've been daydreaming of winters past, scarves and sweaters and numb limbs and the wonderful feeling of feet crunching the snow.
I didn't have much of a plan most days when each morning I'd either take off on foot or by subway from our Times Square hotel. The photos below are ones from my solo trips, seeing what I wanted to see and all that much more along the way.
|Robert Indiana's "Love". |
José de Creeft's Alice in Wonderland (1959). The first morning I was there I headed out on foot to Central Park. I knew there was a statue of Alice in Wonderland there, though I had no idea where it was located or what it looked like. Clearly I also had no idea how large Central Park is (1.317 square miles). I stumbled upon Alice and her friends indirectly and without assistance, luckily never once feeling like I was destined to be Jack at the Overlook.
|I've never been one for self portraits, the moment warranted it I suppose.|
|Quintessential Central Park in winter image.|
|The 1930 San Remo building is absolutely breathtaking.|
One morning I got on the subway to go downtown. I was in the Bronx when I realized I had gotten on in the wrong direction. I got off, took this photograph, and got back on in the right direction.
|1932 Radio City Music Hall.|
|I've had a print of this on the living room wall for many years. It's beautiful, but much more so in person.|
|1928 Hotel Paramount.|
|1912 Cort Theatre.|
|1914 St. Thomas Episcopal, 53rd Street.|
The most memorable solo outing I had while in New York was my trip to Coney Island. I had long
been fascinated with Coney Island before seeing it for the first time. It was in
the off season, snowy and freezing and I was one of very few people
around. It felt both eerie and magical to have the place to myself.
I've read that it has changed tremendously, and while I understand that
change has been a constant in the amusement park's 130-year history, I think it'd be hard for me to see it again.
|1927 Cyclone. |
This bathhouse sits (or sat, I don't want to know) right on the boardwalk facing the Atlantic Ocean. All of the plaster detailing reminds me of the movie palaces I love so much. It is just beautiful. In addition to the building itself, I love that an east coast sky in January could look so blue at certain times of the day.
|Savage -n- Peaches left their mark on the bathhouse the day I was born.|
|1939 Parachute Jump, on the US National Register of Historic Places.|
All images shot on Kodak film with the same 35mm camera I've relied on for the past 15 years.
All images © Monika Seitz Vega, 2004.
Thanks for stopping by, Charles.
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