Monthly Archives: May 2011

Manhattanhenge, Memorial Day 2011

By Vladimir Brezina

The prehistoric stone circle at Stonehenge contains stones that are perfectly aligned with the rising sun at the summer solstice.  So, too, in Manhattan.  On two days in the year, for a brief moment before it sinks below the horizon, the setting sun shines straight down the cross-streets of Manhattan’s rectangular street grid.  This is Manhattanhenge, a phenomenon eagerly awaited, as it turns out, by many. (There are also two days in the year when the rising sun appears at the other end of the cross-streets, but nobody wants to wait for sunrise in the depths of winter…)

Yesterday, May 30, was the first of the two special days of 2011.  Never having seen Manhattanhenge before, I went to investigate.

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Canada Geese: A Photoessay

By Vladimir Brezina

Canada Geese are hard to miss on the water

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In Hidden Corners of New York Harbor: Three Treasures

By Vladimir Brezina and Johna Till Johnson

With the ability to paddle through the shallowest water and the narrowest gap between rocks and pilings, and the motivation to poke into obscure corners, a kayaker sees things in New York Harbor that those on larger boats miss.  Most affecting—because they too were once alive—are the remains of the vessels that at one time or another were left in an out-of-the-way corner of the harbor and never moved again.  Here are three such places:

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Where the Wild Things Are: Kayaking with Marine Mammals in New York City

By Vladimir Brezina and Johna Till Johnson

Kayaking in the waterways of New York City is a distinctly urban experience. Instead of quiet nature, New York City kayakers are treated to the sights and sounds of the city and close-up views of a man-made marine ecosystem of seawalls, docks, piers, ferries, tugs, barges, tankers, cruise ships, huge bulkers and container ships, and a myriad marine-industrial activities. The energy of the city is ever-present.

Yet, nature is present too. Between petrochemical plants, there’s a remnant of a beach, or salt-water marsh. Gulls watch from pilings. Rafts of ducks and geese float in the backwaters between piers and nest in odd corners.

And every now and again we receive a reminder that the waters of New York City are really those of the Atlantic Ocean, where wild things are.

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