Sunday, August 3, 2014

Getting to the Train at Penn Station

You would have thought that an hour for a cab ride down Manhattan's west side from 101st Street to Penn Station (34th Street) would have been enough for comfortable-train-catching.

It was Wednesday, July 2 & George & I were headed for Springfield Mass where we would rent a car. The talk of Arthur-the-first-big-storm was in the air.

There were obstacles: construction, volume delays, ambulances & the usual summer-in-the-city business. I had to quell my growing twitchiness about maybe not getting there on time. So I took out my camera to document the scene. I was glad I did. 

It's in moments like that I think I understand why Bartok wrote such difficult music.

Fourth of July flags? No, a huge vessel, The Intrepid was open to the public. 
Wasn't that Baby Bush's 'mission accomplished' stage set? 
I think so.

                               Those are jet pods. It's an aircraft carrier!
                       
Already I am into the visual jumble of our travel route. 
Travel & travail are related words, I recently learned. 
I get it.
Maybe this was the Chinese Embassy in New York. It was south of the Intrepid, & overlooking the Hudson, for sure.
Then we went through a construction patch. We were running parallel to the West Side Highway.



I love all the cranes, grids, superstructures, & diagonals.
We get off the highway & suddenly we are in 'neighborhoods'. I am very grateful for our driver's knowledge of the city. Aside from knowing which streets run which ways, he knows where the current obstructing construction closures are & how to avoid them.


It's slow going though. I don't check my watch in situations like this because there is nothing I can do about it.
 It's a selfie! 
Can you see me in the back seat, my hands on my camera?

 I look up & recognize the Skyline, the elevated-train-line-park I've visited several times.

My imagination took off wondering what the line-up was for.
trafficTRAFFICtraffic

 The jumble of images reflect my inner turmoil. The driver thinks we'll make it. 
I trust his judgement, though it's hard.
In the end, once we can actually see Penn Station, we say our farewells to him, take our bags, & roll off to the station. We are, in fact there in plenty of time.... & the next leg of the travel begins...
New railroad ties are being installed. Infrastructure maintenance.




See that Arthur-grey sky? As soon as we were in our car in Springfield, Mass. the heavens opened. The 4th of July events in Vermont got rained out.
Fine with me, I needed down time in the country.
That's it for now.

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