Photos From My Favorite Secret Manhattan Overlook

In this case it’s a tiny public park with spectacular river views.

We left New York City early this afternoon. Our hotel was on Madison Avenue so I headed toward the FDR Drive on the Upper East Side. A confusing on-ramp near the U.N. left me circling and looking for the next entrance. It also allowed me to buzz by one of my favorite New York City photo locations.

The Upper East Side has been an affluent area as long as I remember. That may be why the stubs of some East Side streets have remained open and accessible. In this case a tiny public park with spectacular river views.

My vantage point was the foot of 57th Street looking toward the East River, Roosevelt Island and the Queensboro (aka 59th Street) Bridge.

Photo Tour Of Saint John, NB

I was disappointed. If this was a well known spot what we find at more obscure locations? Thankfully things rapidly improved.

We booked a photo tour for our cruise stop in Saint John, New Brunswick. Online reviews were good&#185. We wanted to see the area and this seemed like the best way to do it.

We met Lance Timmons, a photographer and our guide, in the parking lot next to the pier. Our group boarded a small bus and headed southwest.

Saint John is a working class city. The homes are mostly small. Nondescript might be the best non-description.

Our first stop was the famous Reversing Falls.

When the tide is low, the St. John River, 450 miles long, empties into the bay. Between Fallsview Park and the Pulp Mill, the full flow of the river thunders through a narrow gorge. An underwater ledge, 36 feet below the surface causes the water in the river to tumble downward into a 175-200 foot deep pool. Below the mill and under the bridge. The water then boils in a series of rapids and whirlpools.

We missed all that arriving somewhere near high tide. The river certainly was flowing fast, but this is not a lifetime remembrance other than the cormorants I wrote about earlier.

Sorry.

What I saw was marred by the Irving Paper Mill across the river. It’s a big, ugly plant with tall stacks emitting… God, I hope it’s just steam.

I was disappointed. If this was a well known spot what we find at more obscure locations? Thankfully things rapidly improved.

Even at this first stop a glimmer of goodness came from Lance. He spent his time near the river helping point-and-shoot photographers understand how they could coax better photos from their cameras. The advice was simple and useful. Someone will come home with better pictures courtesy of Lance.

We got back on the bus and headed west on the Trans-Canada Highway. The population quickly thinned out. Conifers dominated. Our destination was Lepreau Falls.

Lepreau is a step waterfall with rapids upstream and a series of drops as the water flows toward the Bay of Fundy. It’s really pretty and unlike our last stop–pristine. For photographers there are two separate viewing areas at different altitudes.

Lance had our tour well planned. There was enough time to shoot, but certainly time limits. We needed to be back before the ship left… and it doesn’t stay in Saint John too long.

Now we were taking more narrow rural roads now driving at the edge of land. The Bay of Fundy was off to our right. We stopped in Dipper Harbour a protected inlet off the Bay. It was filled with working boats and small floating docks piled high with lobster traps.

I took one look and said to myself, “Maine.” This place was just like the small harbors I’d visited on a trip to Mount Dessert Island (Bar Harbor) a few years ago–the famous “mancation” with my friend Bob.

Our final stop was a beach inside the Irving Nature Park. Yup, the nature park Irvings are also the paper mill (and oil and chemical) Irvings. They dominate Saint John. Whether this park is the product of community spirit or guilt or a combination of the two is anyone’s guess.

With the water temperature around 55&#176 the beach was without bathers save one young girl. I climbed some rocks to try and get better shots.

Helaine, remembering my lack of coordination and limited dexterity gets scared at moments like this. It’s possible she’d already dialed 9-1 on her cellphone!

Without Lance we never would have gotten to see this much of the Saint John area. Here are a few of my favorite shots.


&#185 – At some point I’ll deal with this in greater detail, but Helaine does heavy research before we go anywhere. For this trip she depended on cruisecritic.com. It is a very active community. The tips Helaine found turned out to be very helpful.

Fishing For Conch on Long Island Sound

Matt is the captain. He likes to work early in the day. We were on the boat around 4:00 AM.

I spent Monday morning on-the-water. Erik Dobratz’s brothers Matt and David are fishermen… or I guess more accurately ‘conchers’. I packed up “Clicky,” picked up Erik and headed to the dock in Old Saybrook.

Matt is the captain. He likes to work early in the day. We were on the boat around 4:00 AM.

The boat itself is called “Free Bird,” though you won’t find that stenciled on the hull. It’s a “Downeaster” — a stubby working boat with a flat deck leading to a totally open stern. A winch and pulley on the starboard side are used to haul the conch pots out of the water. If you’ve watch “Deadliest Catch” you’ve seen winches like this in action.

It’s dangerous. You can lose a finger. Matt has.

Unlike “Deadliest Catch” we were heading into the totally ice free, reasonably flat Long Island Sound. The shellfish the Dobratz boys were going for sat under 90 feet of water off the shoreline between Guilford and Clinton.

The sky was just beginning to turn from black to blue as we headed down the Connecticut River past the two lighthouses at the mouth of the Connecticut River and into the Sound. Within a few minutes the reds of dawn were brightening on the horizon. Sunrise itself was still over a half hour away.

There’s a lot of trust being a fisherman. Matt’s lines are unprotected round-the-clock. Anyone floating by knows they’re full of valuable catch.

“Free Bird” motored through the sound picking up pot-after-pot of conch. Fish or crabs mistakenly caught were thrown back into the drink or left as bait for the next catch.

By the time the day was done 14 orange bags full of conch sat on the deck. They were sold and in an industrial refrigerator on-shore within moments of docking.

My final catch was over 500 photos! Here are my keepers. The rest I’ll throw back.

Here’s a little video I captured on my iPhone over the course of the morning.

Aimless Saturday

Animals (domestic and wild) are prohibited from the water but they do walk the path with their masters. Today there were two kinds: tiny and pit bull. I really can’t explain how that works.

Is aimless the right adjective? Just checking as I start to type.

Devoid of direction or purpose.

Bingo! That’s us. Aimless Saturday in Connecticut. Beautiful, sure, but aimless nonetheless.

With the Phillies safely ahead in a game they’d later lose I asked Helaine if she’d like to go to the beach? She said, “Yes.”

We are not conventional beach people. We don’t wear bathing suits. We’re not particularly partial to sand. Helaine is fair enough to be at risk of sunburn from the light in the refrigerator. A sunny day at the beach would turn my wife crispy.

As it turns out in our 26 years here I’ve never looked at the Connecticut shoreline as having conventional beaches. If I’ve ever been more than ankle deep in Long Island Sound I don’t remember it.

Our beach of choice is West Haven where most people seem to be on our wavelength. The beach isn’t crowded but the paved boardwalk that runs adjacent to it is! We parked and walked up and back.

The bocce court had more spectators than a Pittsburgh Pirates game! A deejay on the inland side of the path played the kind of group dance music appropriate for a bar mitzvah.

I like the vibe on this beach. Though English is the dominant tongue Spanish is heavily spoken. Italian too.

Skin tones ran the gamut from light to dark (though Helaine is the fairest of them all in every sense of the word!). At least one woman wore a ħijāb.

Animals (domestic and wild) are prohibited from the water but they do walk the path with their masters. Today there were two kinds: tiny and pit bull. I really can’t explain how that works.

It took a long time for us to discover this beach and then take advantage. I wish it would have happened sooner.

Laguna Beach In The Gloom

Long before LC, Heidi and Spencer Helaine and I fell in love with Laguna Beach. Depending on traffic it’s anywhere from an hour to a week’s drive down the coast.

Long before LC, Heidi and Spencer Helaine and I fell in love with Laguna Beach. Depending on traffic it’s anywhere from an hour to a week’s drive down the coast. Before reality TV set in Laguna Beach had been known for its artist’s colony and yearly Pageant of the Masters.

Ninety minutes of “living pictures” – incredibly faithful art re-creations of classical and contemporary works with real people posing to look exactly like their counterparts in the original pieces.

Laguna’s crescent shaped beach is across the street from downtown. The beach is flanked by volleyball and basketball courts. It’s very family friendly.

A few hundred yards up the beach, atop a cliff overlooking the water, is Las Brisas. We went there first for lunch and to take advantage of their (not free) parking.

Helaine, Stef and her friend Jenna set out to walk the little shops of downtown while I went searching for photos. It would have been nicer bathed in sun, but this is the California period of “June Gloom,” low hanging clouds courtesy of a moist layer a thousand or so feet off the ground. Often we could look inland and see the sun was shining–just not at the beach!

As with much of Southern California this is a VERY dog friendly community which explains Shamus (restaurant) and Sonny (pickup truck).

Shooting The Surfers in Malibu

I crossed the PCH and set up shop on the beach at Cross Creek State Park. A few dozen surfers were catching the waves.

Today is Stef’s birthday! Let the celebration begin. We started by heading to Malibu for lunch at Neptune’s Net (actually just north of the line in Ventura County). Then we headed south to Cross Creek for Stef/Helaine/Jenna shopping and Geoff shooting!

I crossed the PCH and set up shop on the beach at Cross Creek State Park. A few dozen surfers were catching the waves.

I was surprised by their ages. I think of surfers as teens and twenty somethings. These were mainly grown-ups, guys in their 30s, 40s and even 50s!

Here are some of my better shots.

Spring On Jepps Brook

I went across the street and behind my neighbors homes to walk the brook’s bank. It’s a little squishy still.

The real flooding is over, but Jepps Brook is still running strong and high. I went across the street and behind my neighbors homes to walk the brook’s bank. It’s a little squishy still.

With no leaves yet on the trees there’s enough light to take fast shutter shots I won’t be able to get in a few weeks.