Across the Hudson River
Canon PowerShot S95
My first visit to New York City was in 1988 with my friend Gary. He grew up across the Hudson River in New Jersey and trips to the city were a regular part of his childhood. He knew his way around Manhattan; he knew how to work the subway. He was a great tour guide.
Except that he had no interest in all of the first-time tourist stuff that he’d already seen a million times. Well, except for the tour of NBC in Rockefeller Center. We’re both broadcasting geeks. We actually tingled with excitement as we passed through those halls where so much radio and television history had taken place! The highlight for us was when the tour group reached a studio with a replica of The Tonight Show set. “Can I get volunteers to play Johnny and Ed?” the page asked. Gary and I shot our hands up — “ooh! ooh! pick me! pick meeeeeee!” — and we were selected. Gary took the desk, I took the couch, and we hammed it up. And because we both had radio chops, we weren’t half bad. We even impressed the page.
But I couldn’t talk Gary into a visit to the Statue of Liberty. I suppose that was too touristy for him. We saw it in passing from afar, but that was that. And I really wanted to see it.
I’ve been to NYC a handful of other times, always on business. There was the time I was working my company’s booth at a conference, and a fellow who took a shine to me sent the biggest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen to my hotel room, and left his phone number on the card. (I was flattered, but I don’t swing that way, so I didn’t call.) And there was the time when I was still editing tech-guru David Pogue’s books and he invited me to his apartment just off Broadway, where I met his soon-to-be-and-now-ex wife. They took me out for a very nice dinner. Thai, I think.
But I never got to see the Statue of Liberty. Until this trip.
Margaret booked us on a slow cruise along the Hudson River, from Chelsea Pier to the bottom tip of Manhattan and back. Lunch was served below, but I spent most of my time on the upper deck, leaning against the railing, taking pictures. I shot a whole series of Liberty as we cruised by her.
She seems so small! Yet she’s 151 feet tall, base to tip of torch. I suppose I’d have a different impression if I were standing on the island looking up at her.
Even though Liberty is thought of as a New York City icon, she’s actually in New Jersey. Believe it or not, I learned that while idly watching an old game show on television the other day.
I had always envisioned visiting the island on which she stands, but I think I liked cruising by her even better. I got such a good, protracted look at her from so many angles. She is riveting; I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Canon PowerShot S95, shot RAW, processed in Photoshop.
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