The past two days have felt more like early or mid-April rather than the end of May. It’s been COLD. Today, at least the sun is out. The photos of the daffodils were taken back when they were blooming at Philipsburg Manor. They were so nice that I leaned over the fence and snapped the pics.
It takes a lot of time and effort to blog, but I like it. I have been taking pictures, but sometimes I don’t know if I should put up the images or not. In most cases I get lazy and don’t get around to writing the entry. There’s a story with the following photos. One morning, I saw a family of swans headed to the mill pond at Philipsburg Manor. I was in a hurry so I didn’t have time to snap any pictures, but watching the cygnets (baby swans) run towards the water was really cute.
I usually get off at the Tarrytown station in the evening, but I decided to get off at Philipse Manor to get more exercise. I’m glad that I did. Imagine my surprise when I saw the same (?) family heading away from the pond, the cygnets running all around. This time I snapped some pics.
And lastly, I went to work a few weeks ago late and happened to be looking over at the eagle statue at the Philipse Manor station when I saw this nearby. Intrigued, I snapped some quick photos. I had no idea what it was, so I emailed my friend Mary in Maryland. Mary used to be a veterinary assistant, volunteer at the zoo, and just LOVES animals, so I figured she’d know. She did:
He/she (?) is a groundhog, a la Punxsutawney Phil, or in this case, Philipse Phil! Harmless and cute, and yes, like rats, in the rodent family 🙂
So there you have it. Wild animals are alive and well in Sleepy Hollow.
This display was in Madison Square Park a few weeks ago; I forgot to blog it. It’s no longer there, having been taken down at the end of April.
I spotted it walking along Fifth Avenue. There hasn’t been any art in the park since before the winter’s snows; this was the first. So, I took some time to walk through the park and snap some pics.
This is an installation by the artist Ivan Navarro, who lives in Brooklyn, entitled “This Land is Your Land.” It’s made up of three water towers; these tanks have glass bottoms through which you can look up and into infinity. That’s the illusion. Three different designs seem to climb up and up, eventually disappearing in the distance.
Navarro took the name of his work from Woody Guthrie’s 1940 song and ties into many of the themes Guthrie sang about.
I’ve included the description as well as the images. Sometimes it’s better not to read the description and just enjoy the installation.
As I volunteer at the Historical Society, I learn a lot of things about Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow. One that shocked me was that the bridge the Headless Horseman would have chased Icabod Crane over was not where the New York sign marker says that it was, namely where the current bridge over the Pocantico River is on Route 9.
Intrigued, my investigation would have to wait for two weeks before I got back to the Historical Society. No one is sure where the bridge once was. Route 9 used to curve over and cross the Pocantico River further upstream. When it was decided to straighten Route 9 out to its current form, a new bridge, the spot where the current bridge is standing, was constructed; the old bridge was either abandoned and/or torn down. The place where the old bridge once stood became, as time passed, covered over in growth, the wooden supports rotted and disintegrated, and the embankment secured with masonry and stone, crumbled or were pulled from the foundations by kids playing or were washed away in storms. Is there anything left that might indicate where the bridge was located?
What is know is that the so-called Headless Horseman Bridge was somewhere between the current Route 9 bridge and the bridge that spans the Pocantico in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. Though called the Headless Horseman Bridge by the cemetery, the bridge is new and spans the river to connect the new part of the cemetery with the old.
I have decided to go in search of any remains of what could have been the bridge that spanned the Pocantico in the time of Washington Irving. I’m going to see if I can get a few others interested in looking with me.