Fire Island National Seashore
For once I actually took some photos! Sadly I didn’t take any landscapes at Fire Island, but I did capture a bunch of birds including the rare Piping Plover. If I had captured the scenery they would have looked like Polanski’s The Ghost Writer – quiet waves, very secluded, a vague sense of foreboding as I stomped around the weeds. The national park area is not terribly large but I managed a two hour walk with only brief pauses to listen to the mockingbirds or try to nail down the identification on a Gull. Better yet, now that I’ve visited, I may actually try to get some volunteer work here next week.
The Queens International Night Market has now opened for the season. I’ve never very much for anything one might describe as a ‘Fair’ (or worse a Faire) but this was nicely contained. No longer than it needed to be. In a roughly football field sized space they’ve assembled maybe thirty assorted food vendors selling small portions for a few dollars each – the cheese empanadas were the likely stand out along with the polish potato pirogi. Arranged as such, it’s basically stroll-about-Tapas which now seems like a fantastic idea for a restaurant… Corona park is unfortunately not terribly easy to visit from my side of Queens – no mass transit this far east – so I’m not terribly likely to return more than a few times a year, but for an occasional evening it’s perfectly charming. No carnival games, limited live music, only a small crowd considering. Clearly it’s too far from Manhattan to attract the masses, which somehow makes it feel slightly more genuine. No doubt that’s a foolish sort of appraisal but I would indeed visit again if only to try the peach tea I smelled from the Ecuadorian place…
I leave a terse account of where I went, but it was a busy week capped by a busier weekend (aren’t they all). It’s just so easy to setup a routine that involves barely any exploration. I’m committed to experiencing the region though until this whole little escapade is through. That’s a surprisingly difficult position to maintain sometimes. One has to accept a certain diligence of purpose to wake up when needed, drag out regardless, and see whatever needs to be seen. I’ve resolved for some years now to rebel against the locative complacency that appears so common. It is however a challenge…
And I’ll face again this coming week. Until then…adieu.