New York

I had entered my 60th year when I saw New York for the first time. I had many preconceived notions about it – all based on TV shows, films and books. I imagined it to be densely populated, noisy and shabby in places and probably a bit overwhelming. And it was all these things. One thing that was unexpected was the sheer scale of the place and you can only appreciate this when you see it ‘in the flesh’. We stayed in mid town Manhattan and as a keen photographer, one of the first things I realised was that the towering skyscrapers meant limited ‘field of view’ (see photo below). I decided that the best photographic opportunities would be the ones taken from the outside looking in. In other words, from the river or an elevated vantage point but more on that later. You either love New York or you hate it. I can’t imagine anyone saying “it’s okay”. I returned a year later, so you know which category I am in.

Approaching Grand Central Terminal from East 43rd street with the Chrysler building taking centre stage.

Tip: If you’re a photographer, bring the widest angle lens you own. For me, this was 24mm but a 16mm lens could be useful.

Some New York (mainly Manhattan) trivia. Did you know?

  1. New York has five boroughs. They are (in alphabetical order) Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island.
  2. There are 21 bridges and 15 tunnels in and out of Manhattan.
  3. Manhattan is an island bounded by three rivers. The Hudson River, the East River and the Harlem River.
  4. Manhattan is subdivided into districts and some of their names hint at the historical concentrations of various businesses such as the Flower District, Garment District, Diamond District and Meat Packing District.
  5. Manhattan is easy to navigate, thanks to its grid system. Most of the borough follows a pattern of avenues running north/south and these are intersected by streets running east/west. Fifth Avenue is the dividing line between east and west. Simple but effective. Makes getting lost difficult!
  6. The average length of a city block in Manhattan, e.g., walking along 5th Avenue from 42nd to 43rd Street, is 264 feet. So, about 20 blocks per mile.
  7. Manhattan is one of the most densely populated areas in the world, with a population distribution of almost 73,000 residents per square mile.
  8. Some NYC acronyms. DUMBO-Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass. SoHo-South of Houston Street. Tribeca-Triangle Below Canal.

Flower District. An oasis in Midtown Manhattan.

Before arriving at our hotel on West 28th Street, I had only paid brief attention to the part of the description that said ‘in the heart of the flower district’. It was, after all, New York. Flowers are not something I would have associated with that city. We arrived in the evening and the street was surprisingly quiet, despite its close proximity to 6th Avenue. I woke at 4.30am (it didn’t take much to rouse me because my body clock was still on home time, which was 9.30am and I would normally be well into the work of the day). I heard the sounds of a metal shutter being raised and the rattling of trolley wheels dropping from the kerb onto the road. Or as they would say in NYC, “from the sidewalk onto the street”. I went to the window and saw that it was raining. Looking down to the street I saw the source of the noise. A half raised shutter revealed a lighted interior and a group of workers loading trolleys with shrubs, plants and a wide variety of flowers but the surrounding darkness made it difficult to see much detail.

The flower seller’s day starts early at 4.30am

Then one by one, the shutters of adjacent shops began to rise, and more light spilled out onto the reflective surface of the wet street. Soon the area was a hive of activity, and the pavements (sorry, sidewalks) were transformed into verdant walkways. Walking along the street in daylight was a truly pleasurable experience. The bright colors and heady scents seemed incongruous with the concrete jungle, but the effect was therapeutic. The flower district has been in this location since the 1950s. Its history goes back to post-Civil War days, and its most famous predecessor was the Union Square Flower Market, which opened in 1891. The number of flower sellers is diminishing annually as they fall foul of increasingly high rents ($7,000 to $25,000 per month!) and post COVID19 inflation. In the 1950s, 60 sellers were operating here. Today there are less than 20. The reason for the early opening is that the shops act as wholesalers to the trade from 5:00 a.m., so the best time to visit would be after 9:00 a.m. While the daytime experience of the Flower District was enjoyable, the abiding memory for me will be waking at 4:30 a.m. and hearing West 28th Street come to life in the city that never sleeps.

Nature in the city.

Tip: Visit after 9.0am when the professional buyers have left and before midday when a lot of the blooms will have been sold.

Circle Line Cruise. The best way to view Manhattan.

The multitude of sights to see in NYC and the ways in which to see them is endless and determined by personal choice. In my opinion, the Circle Line Cruise around Manhattan is a must. As I mentioned in my introduction, the best way to see Manhattan is from the outside looking in. If the impressive vantage point was all the tour had to offer, I would have been satisfied but it included much more. The guide (David), a native New Yorker, provided the story of the city’s fascinating history, from its native inhabitants, through to modern day. His narration was peppered with human stories and trivia that only a local would know and his portrayal of the city and it’s people was one of an eclectic mix of behaviours and mindsets. A place where nothing is unusual. To illustrate this point, he described how, while filming a scene in Times Square for Ghostbusters, the directors didn’t use extras. The sight of Bill Murray and Dan Aykroyd running through the streets in silver suits, carrying their ‘proton packs’ didn’t provoke much of a response from the seasoned New Yorkers who have seen it all!

Cruising down the Hudson River with the financial district looming in the distance.

Tip: Sit on the left hand side for unobstructed views of Manhattan. If sitting outside in any season but summer, wrap up well. It’s always colder on the water.

The One World Trade Center dominates the skyline in the Financial District in Lower Manhattan.

The gap where the Twin Towers stood, a solemn reminder of a dark day in New York’s history.

Before circling Manhattan, we took a short detour and sailed past Liberty Island for that obligatory photo of the Statue of Liberty.

The Statue of Liberty was a gift from France in 1885 to honour the alliance between the two countries during the American Revolution. She is made of copper which has been oxidised by the air over time, resulting in the green patina of copper oxide. The statue is struck by lightning, on average, 600 times every year.

Brooklyn Bridge. The iconic first bridge over the East River, linking the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn.

Tip: The best vantage points, in my limited experience, from which to photograph the Brooklyn Bridge are from a boat on the river, from the Manhattan Bridge or from Brooklyn Bridge Park in Brooklyn.

Sailing up the Harlem River, we passed the home stadium of the New York Yankees.

Yankee Stadium is situated in the Bronx and opened in 2009. It replaced the original that was built in 1923. Apparently during construction, one of the workers, a Boston Red Sox fan, buried a Red Sox jersey underneath the visitors’ dugout. He hoped this would bring the Yankees bad luck! However, his dastardly deed was reported by his colleagues and he was forced to dig it up again. The Bronx is the only one of NYC’s boroughs that is part of the USA mainland.

The George Washington Bridge (GWB) on the Hudson River.

Connecting Washington Heights in Manhattan to Fort Lee in New Jersey, the GWB is the busiest motor vehicle bridge in the world. Over 100 million vehicles cross this bridge every year. Opened in 1931, it is the only suspension bridge in the world with 14 vehicular lanes.

Back at our starting point at Pier 83 at West 42nd St and 12th Avenue

As we approached the dock from which we had departed over 2.5 hours previously, the sun was low in the sky and the clouds were taking on a pink hue. For the last hour, I had been the only person on the outer deck. It was bitterly cold but I hadn’t come all this way to miss whatever photo opportunities came my way. I shook from head to toe and my hands were numb and painful but it was worth it. A unique experience, viewing the most interesting and most famous city in the world from the water. An experience made all the more enjoyable by the fascinating, informative and entertaining commentary from our guide who was as unique as NYC itself. Thanks David!

On the Edge. A bird’s eye view from the Edge observation deck.

For a completely different view of Manhattan, there are various ‘observation decks’ scattered around the borough. These include the Empire State Building, One World Observatory, Top of the Rock and Summit One Vanderbilt but my personal choice was Edge (not sure why it’s not called the Edge). When you have limited time in NYC and have decided to only do one observation deck, your choice will not be an easy one. I picked Edge because of its riverside location on the banks of the Hudson, its views of Midtown and Lower Manhattan and its status as the highest observation deck in the Western Hemisphere. It was difficult to envisage what the view would be like from such a place but it didn’t take long to find out. The high speed elevator took us from ground floor to the 100th floor in 52 seconds! Stepping out of the elevator, we were confronted by sight that will probably be one of my most enduring memories. Looking down at the Empire State Building!

Looking down at what used to be the tallest building in the world.

Construction of the Empire State Building began on St Patrick’s Day (17th March), 1930. It opened on 1st May the following year. Impressive schedule by any standards. It’s name comes from the nickname for the state of New York (the ‘Empire State’) and when it was completed was the tallest building in the world. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to describe it as the most famous building in the world. It is large enough to warrant its own zip code (10118), similar to 43 other buildings in NYC. Its observatories on the 80th, 86th and 102nd floors helped make it the number 1 attraction in the world in Tripadvisor’s 2024 Traveller’s Choice Awards. But, just like the Brooklyn Bridge, if you want to photograph it, you don’t want to be on it. Standing there gazing at it, glowing in the setting sun, I admit to being a bit starstruck.

As darkness fell a short time later, the magnitude of the building was evident as its illuminated peak towered above the city. The glass wall around the observation deck affected the quality of the images but that didn’t lessen the enjoyment of the occasion.

Of course it wasn’t all about the Empire State Building. The views looking south towards the financial district were impressive in their own right. The beautiful sunset over the Hudson River was an added bonus.

View from Edge looking towards the Financial District, with One World Trade Center reaching skyward and the Hudson river on the right. Beyond the southern tip of Manhattan, you can see the illuminations on the Verrazano suspension bridge (also referred to as The Narrows Bridge) which connects the boroughs of Staten Island and Brooklyn.

I often wonder how much I would remember about places I’ve visited, if it wasn’t for the photographs. The details would be scant. But when I look at the photos, the memories are triggered and the details come flooding back. That’s the real beauty of photography and I suppose, the main motivation for this website. When I’m old and decrepit it will serve as a repository of all the life enhancing experiences I’ve been lucky enough to have had.

Tip. I recommend buying the tickets for Edge at the on site ticket office. We bought ours online with Viator and the scanner did not recognize the code. This led to a lengthy delay and we were eventually issued with new tickets. It’s also worth noting that you will still need to purchase in advance because it is highly unlikely that you will be able to visit the deck at the time of purchase. Numbers are strictly limited. This will mean two trips to Edge but in my opinion, well worth it.

Southern Hospitality

2 weeks, 4 states and 2,000 miles after arriving in Atlanta, Georgia, it was time to return home to Ireland. Reassured that our daughter was settling in well to her new abode in the University of South Carolina, we were back in Georgia. We were spending our last day (and night) in Ringgold, North Georgia. We chose this location as it was a convenient break off point between Nashville, Tennessee, where we had spent the previous couple of days, and the airport in Atlanta.

Cabin at Ringgold, N Georgia.

The guesthouse we stayed in was advertised on Airbnb. And funny enough, the Irish diaspora being what it is, the place was owned by an Irishman who moved here in the 1970s! Kyran was an enthusiastic and welcoming host. His property was immaculate and homely. It was located in a tranquil wooded area with views over a small valley. Although we were only staying for one night, the refrigerator and larder were stocked with enough supplies to sustain an army for a short campaign. I remember being pleasantly surprised to see that the provisions included a bottle of wine. That evening as the sun was low in the sky, we sat on a bench overlooking the surrounding fields. Being the only drinker, I had to endure the hardship of tending to the bottle of wine, while Kyran spoke of how he came to live in Georgia; what he had worked at before retirement and his family. We were joined briefly by his wife Janet, a quiet, unassuming and gentile Georgian lady. Just as the sun dipped below the horizon a family of deer emerged nervously from a small clump of trees. It was hard to imagine this land as a bloodstained battlefield of the civil war or the site of a close call with a tornado a few years earlier. Watching the deer, I thought to myself ‘Sometimes it’s the simple things that make an ordinary day extraordinary’. As darkness fell we said our goodnights. We had only known them for a matter of hours but by the end of the day, they felt like old friends.

View from the bench

As we prepared to leave the next morning, Kyran’s hospitality excelled once more. He delivered two hot breakfast rolls that he had prepared for us. He had a name for them, which I can’t remember. But the taste was unforgettable. The only regret I have is that our stay was a short one. We keep in touch occasionally but if we ever find ourselves in the southern states again, Ringgold will be the first port of call.

The hosts with the most!

Update June 9th 2025. This morning, I learned that Kyran passed away in January of this year, at the age of 73. We kept in touch over the years by email but contact became more infrequent with the passage of time. I emailed him last week and when there was no reply, I searched the internet and found his obituary.

It was hard to take in because Kyran was larger than life and the type of person who made you believe that he would always be around. He was big and strong with a deep booming voice and hadn’t lost any of his Irish charm and wit. He was a generous man with a big heart. The year of our visit,2016, was a historic year for hurricanes in the southern states. Large swathes of the Carolinas were flooded and thousands of people were being advised to leave. Kyran contacted me and offered to let our daughter, who was in North Carolina, have the use of his cabin for the duration of the emergency. Acts of kindness like that are rare these days.

Our thoughts are with Janet and his family who will be trying to come to terms with the huge void that he left. The fact that he made such an impression on us in a very short period of time was a measure of the man and he will always be part of that chapter in our lives. May he rest in peace.

Heroes and Villains

True to my contrary nature, I only spent a short time experiencing the side of Nashville that attracts millions of visitors each year. Don’t get me wrong. If you were spending a few days there, I’d recommend soaking up the music scene and having the odd afternoon beer in the countless honky tonks, enjoying the wealth of talented musicians chasing the big break. But we were passing through and settled for a brief behind the scenes glimpse of the history of ‘Nashborough’ as it was formerly known. See? That’s the type of nerdy info I like! And so, a chance encounter with Nashville Centennial Park taught me more in an afternoon than Google ever could! E.g. As a child I lived for a Saturday morning programme chronicling the adventures of Casey Jones, the driver of a steam train who had more than his fair share of adventures in the course of a working day. So much so that I always believed the character to be mythical. Then I happened upon one of the marble information stones, depicting the various famous and notable sons and daughters of this proud place….

All of a sudden my lazy childhood Saturday morning indulgence became an educational experience!

Numerous memorials of courage, defiance and exemplary acts of kindness and humanitarianism abounded in this place. Some inspiring, others humbling. But the most memorable discovery that day was a stone of granite with an excerpt from Robert Penn Warren’s book The Legacy of the Civil War. It struck a chord with me because it encapsulated the destructive aspects of war. I have come to believe that, in war, there are no Victors or Losers. Only Survivors. Any perceived gains are always outlived and outweighed by the losses. I found his words moving and profound. So much so, that I have read them countless times since that day. They have served to inform and reinforce my views on conflict. And I will always be grateful for that chance encounter in the autumn (Fall) of 2016.

If we do not learn the lessons of history, we are destined to repeat them

Robert Penn Warren’s book, The Legacy of the Civil War, describes how the civil war changed the ‘United States’ forever. Travelling through the southern states and observing the nuances, behaviours and attitudes of people, I sensed that legacy (but that’s another story for another day). Because of the poor quality of the photograph and because I find the words so inspirational, I will make the effort to reproduce them here:

….The civil war is our only ‘felt’ history -history lived in the national imagination. This is not to say that the war is always, and by all men, felt in the same way.Quite the contrary.But this fact is an index to the very complexity, depth and fundamental significance of the event…the civil war was, after all, a civil war..the prototype of all war. For in the persons of fellow citizens who happen to be the enemy, we meet again, with the old ambivalence of love and hate, and with all the old guilts, the blood brothers of our childhood…..

Cumberland River

calmer waters

A moment’s contemplation on the Cumberland River, Nashville. Quietly and anonymously absorbing the day’s new knowledge. The people on the bridge give you a sense of scale.

Tennessee sunset

Leaving Nashville

Giving in to my obsession with sunsets, I made an ill-advised and sudden manoeuvre to pull in and capture this amazing Tennessee sunset. Let’s face it. Some things you only see once!

Country Roads

Highway 11

For me the essence of a road trip is the experience of taking in the character and variety of the host country’s roads. That’s why, on the trip in 2016, I avoided the congested and featureless Interstates. As I drove along this stretch of Highway 11 (aka Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway) with the stubborn taste of boiled peanut in my mouth (see post ‘Lost in Translation’), I was struck by the unspoilt beauty of this part of America. It was relaxing, as driving ought to be but rarely is. I found my thoughts drifting to the hotel from the night before. It was in a nondescript small town named Duncan. It was a one night stay so we opted for a low budget, no frills establishment. The room had been booked online. At check in the teenage girl, arms heavily tattooed with scripture (kid you not), informed us that it was a smoking room. I pointed out that a non smoking room had been booked. To which she replied, “it’s the only room left but I can give you a can of Febreeze”. Can’t say fairer than that!

Bald Rock

It may sound like a stupid thing to say but I used to wonder where the Blue Ridge Mountains got their name. Standing on Bald Rock, adjacent to Caesar’s Head State Park SC, the answer became obvious. This view was of the southernmost reaches of the Blue Ridge mountain range which stretches all the way from the Carolinas, Georgia and Tennessee, up through Maryland to Philadelphia. The trees release isoprene into the air which creates a distinctive haze and a blue hue. Hence the ‘blue’ in Blue Ridge. I think isoprene would be a preferable air freshener to Febreeze…

Lost in translation

I had always harboured the notion of a road trip in the USA. I thought if it ever happened it would be up the eastern seaboard or the west coast or maybe even the famous Route 66. As it turned out, my daughter decided to spend a year of her degree at the University of South Carolina and that was my road trip sorted. We travelled through Georgia, South Carolina, Tennessee and Alabama. The cultural gaps were many but this photo will always remind me of one of those moments when you feel 2 feet tall. After leaving our daughter we started off on the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway (Highway 11). I had seen a few signs for boiled peanuts and was feeling peckish since we hadn’t had any breakfast that morning. So when I saw this colourful roadside stand, I had to stop. Being Irish, i usually only eat nuts once a year at Halloween. Monkey nuts. The ones that you crack the shell open and eat the nut. The friendly peanut seller explained that they boil them until they are soft enough to eat but you have to let them cool down first. I paid for a cupful and, with Mr peanut seller looking on, I proceeded to blow on my first ever boiled peanut. When I was satisfied that it had cooled down enough I popped it in my mouth. As I chewed the fibrous mulch I wondered how anyone could eat anything this disgusting! But not wanting to offend the man, I tried to disguise my grimace as a smile. “You like that”? he asked. “Yes” I lied. Then in a typical southern drawl he said “ain’t never seen no one eating em shells an’ all! But if it works for ya…”. My humiliation complete, I bade him farewell and went on my way. You can take the man out of Belfast but you can’t take Belfast out of the man!

Lake Berkley moment

Morning glory

Central Florida is famous for Disney and the commercialisation that goes with it. But it was also the place where I captured this spectacular sunrise, thanks to my wife who seized the opportunity to get me out of bed. I don’t usually do early starts on holiday!