Roger W. Smith, photographer of my city

 

Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!
Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me!
 
— Walt Whitman, Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

 

Many of these photos were taken from the Staten Island Ferry. The harbor is my favorite.

Dates taken were from around 2017 to the present.

 

— posted by Roger W. Smith

  May 2023

 

 

 

 

 

taking the subway in 1914

 

‘Hunker Explores New York’s York’s Subway’ – NY Times 9-13-1914

‘Huneker Explores New York’s Subway’ – NY Times 9-13-1914

 

Posted here (see above):

“Huneker Nervously Explores New York’s Subway”

By James Huneker

The New York Times Magazine

September 13, 1914

James Huneker (1857-1921) was an literary, theater, and arts critic for the New York Sun.

 

— posted by Roger W. Smith

   April 2023

the subway

 

L train, 11:35 a.m., April 18, 2023

Non-New Yorkers may think it is something that only people who have to take it endure … that it is unpleasant to take the subway.

Mostly I find it’s the opposite.

I thought about this while taking the L train from Brooklyn to Manhattan yesterday.

The subways are often not that crowded. I tend to be in a thoughtful mood (all of this is true of the buses, as well); enjoy the people, who by a large majority are polite and usually pleasing in appearance.

There are always a lot of young people, by which I mean mostly 20s and 30s. A large number of them are reading their cell phones or engaged in lively conversations. Some are reading books in which they usually seem engrossed.

I often catch up on the news on my phone or on Facebook posts.

And, sometimes I am lost in thought. The subway is peaceful enough to permit this.

I don’t have to worry going home if I have had a couple of beers, and I don’t have to deal with driving.

 

— posted by Roger W. Smith

   April 19, 2023

the ferry, again!

 

I feel the ship’s motion under me, I feel the Atlantic breezes fanning me,

— Walt Whitman, “A Song of Joys”

 

I myself felt the delicious cool breezes blowing on me as I crossed and recrossed the harbor on the Staten Island Ferry last evening.

A great end to a splendid day.

 

— posted by Roger W. Smith

  March 25, 2023

 

“in minute particulars”

I thought of this post today when I met a homeless woman in a subway station.

 

It seemed applicable to NYC as one experiences it,

 

It’s on my rogersgleanings.com site:

“in minute particulars”

 

— Roger W. Smith

 

   March 14, 2023

New York Harbor

 

It was Sunday afternoon, March 5, and I was at my favorite pub, on Seventh Avenue, engrossed in a weighty book of literary criticism.

Time to leave, I thought. I called my wife and told her, I’m leaving the bar, but I don’t want to go home. I think I will go downtown and take the ferry.

Good idea, she said, My wife is an affirmative person.

I just made the 5 p.m. ferry to Staten Island, and took the ferry going back. I took the photos shown below.

It was a perfect sky on a late winter day.

 

— Roger W. Smith

 

Staten Island beach walks

 

Sea-cabbage; salt hay; sea-rushes; ooze–sea-ooze; gluten–sea-gluten; sea­-scum; spawn; surf; beach; salt-perfume; mud; sound of walking barefoot ankle in the edge of the water by the sea. — Walt Whitman: Notebooks and Unpublished Prose Manuscripts, Volume IV: Notes, edited by Edward F. Grier (New York University Press 1984), pg. 1309

 

photographs of Midland Beach, Staten Island, by Roger W. Smith

 

— posted by Roger W. Smith

   February 2023