Central Park.

Yesterday in New York was another perfect weather stunner: low 70s (F), low humidity, with fluffy white clouds drifting in deep blue skies.  My Amazing Lover™ suggested we give the new boots a try, and go for a hike in Central Park.  After a breakfast of Greenmarket eggs and bread, we headed uptown.

When I lived in Hell’s Kitchen the park was an essential part of my life.  All year round, in every season, a visit would bring me peace and joy.  As you walk in from of Columbus Circle the city noise slowly fades, soon to be replaced with the clip-clop of horse carriages and the sounds of young children at the playground.  In the snow, the instant hush that envelops you is breathtaking.  The park is enormous —over 800 acres — and its a mix of rough rocks and wild woods, beautifully manicured lawns, lakes and ponds, sports and recreation areas, tree-lined plazas, rolling hills and sprawling meadows.  One of its most extraordinary features is the brilliant incorporation of sculpture and architecture throughout the park, breaking up the naturalistic landscape here and there to create spectacular spaces where people are drawn together.   As I told Loyal Subject™ SJ, in my view Central Park is perhaps the second-greatest testament to the beauty and power of socialism in the world (the first being single-payer healthcare, of course).

Eventually we exited the park on the West side, right at the Museum of Natural History.  Because of the recent arachnid ninja assassin incident, I was a bit wary of the giant spider over the doors. But I had wanted to see the bioluminescence exhibit—which was terrible, by the way—so we went inside for a bit and enjoyed a few exhibits before heading back downtown for brunch.

Here are some pictures I took.  I hope you enjoy them.

This d00d makes serious bubbles.

The Lake and San Remo apartments in the background.

I love the fountain at Bethesda Terrace, by Emma Stebbins, the first woman to receive a public commission for a major work of art in New York City (1868).

Ooh, look!  A babbling brook!  Better than a babbling blogger, amirite?

I did not climb these rocks—but the important thing is that I could have in my new boots.

Remnants of late summer.  The leaves have barely begun to turn here.

The infamous boots:  hours of hiking—and no blisters.

Oh, I am onto you, giant arachnid ninja assassins!  Perhaps this is their lair—hiding in plain sight at the Museum of Natural History!—where they scheme and plot their Palace invasions.

EXACTLY as I suspected:  evil wingnut billionaire David Koch was clearly behind the arachnid ninja assassin plot!

Apparently, we can now expect the Koch brothers’ Tea Party army to disguise themselves as… birds.  Just a word of warning: If one of these duck-looking thingies attempts to storm the Palace gates,

Some old friends I haven’t run into in a while: African rhinos.  Badasses.

Cheetahs: cousins of the Fierce Palace Guard™.

Fierce Palace Guard™.  On duty.  *sigh*
I must train her at once to spot the Common Loons.

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About Iris Vander Pluym

Iris Vander Pluym is an artist and activist in NYC (West Village), and an unapologetic, godless, feminist lefty. Raised to believe Nice Girls™ do not discuss politics, sex or religion, it turns out those are pretty much the only topics she ever wants to talk about.

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