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Moto Photo: Welcome to New York

Moto Photo: Welcome to New York

On the Long Island north shore’s far eastern end is the town of Orient. From there you can catch a ferry to New London, Connecticut. Or – exit the ferry from New London as it were, here on the Island.

When you roll off of the Long Island bound ferry, you are greeted by a big green sign that in my case, tells me I’m home.

Welcome to New York Sign Orient

Do you have a picture of your bike in front of your home state’s “Welcome” sign?

A Winter Sunday Walk on the Beach

A Winter Sunday Walk on the Beach

I think I spend more time at the beach during the winter than I do during the summer. It was mornings like today, that remind me why it’s so great to live near the water. Just being able to head over to the shore and walk is so nice.

Winter walk on the beach

Long Island’s North Shore beaches have small, low waves that roll in off of the Sound. They are covered in water-smoothed rocks mixed in with the sand. This makes them very easy to walk along.

I never really thought about it until today, but one of the best things about riding to the beach is that you don’t get sand in your shoes when you’re wearing motorcycle boots!

Trees growing in the sand on the north shore Trees growing on the sand

As I walked along, I seemed to take special notice of the trees that managed to grow on the edges of the sandy shore. Against the odds, they took root and grew.

Tree growing in the sand

Their scrappy will struck a chord with me today. I guess it was a message my mind was looking to see. Don’t quit, even when things seem improbable – you can make it happen.

Saturday Ride: Finding a Hidden Gem – Bamboo Forest

Saturday Ride: Finding a Hidden Gem – Bamboo Forest

After spending last Saturday night doing the Crotona Midnight Run on the giant behemoth that is the GS, the DRZ felt positively toy-like. Everything on my little black Suzuki just felt so… easy. From the pull on the levers, to leaning it up off it’s side stand, to feeling it’s weight balanced underneath me at a traffic light. Just so much more, me.

Bamboo forest and my DRZ

As I was riding along through sandy lanes on the North Shore, I spotted a bamboo patch that I’d never noticed before. Bamboo isn’t exactly indigenous to Long Island, so I pulled over to snap a quick photo with my phone. When I looked at the result in Hipstamatic, I couldn’t help but feel that the random film treatment made it look like summer in the photo. Wishful thinking.

Hidden Gems

I love tripping over hidden gems in my own back yard. Have you ever found something in your local travels and said “Wow, I can’t believe I never noticed that before?”

This Hipstamatic photo used the Chunky lens from the Mac & Milk Fashion FreePak with the Blanko Noir film from the Blanko Noir Hipstapak.

Non-Moto: Hipstamatic Holiday iPhone Photos from Fuzzygalore

Non-Moto: Hipstamatic Holiday iPhone Photos from Fuzzygalore

I’m always walking around with my iPhone in my pocket. Truth be told, one of the only reasons I got the iPhone was for it’s camera apps. I couldn’t care less about actually talking on the phone. Getting me to voluntarily do that is nothing short of pulling teeth.

My favorite camera app is Hipstamatic. With it’s funky framed films, light streaking and curious coloring, the app puts a kitschy spin on your (square) pictures that I happen to love.

The Big Duck Dressed for Christmas

Here are some holiday time Hipstamatic pics from Chez Galore and our little world:

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A Ride to Kings Park Psychiatric Hospital

A Ride to Kings Park Psychiatric Hospital

Kings Park Psychiatric Center finally closed it’s doors in 1996. Since that time, the hospital grounds have stood largely abandoned, vandalized and partly re-purposed into a park. The remaining buildings are often illegally entered by curious urban explorers, teenagers and people with a penchant for inhaling peeling lead paint and asbestos.

Kings Park shot with Hipstamatic Kings Park shot with Hipstamatic during the day

In mid June, I hopped on the DRZ and headed over to Kings Park building 93 alone as nighttime settled in. In hindsight, I’m not really sure what I was thinking. I’m not brave and I have a pretty vivid imagination.

I pulled up in front of the dark tower of building 93. I took off my helmet and began to unpack my camera. What started as a few annoying buzzes around my ears turned in to a full-scale mosquito invasion around my entire head. I swatted and batted the annoying blood-suckers out of the way, trying to compose myself and avoid getting malaria.

During a respite from the attack, I came to realize that I was alone. In the dark. In front of an abandoned psychiatric hospital. Sometimes I am not gifted with forethought.

My ability to scare  the sweet bejeezuz out of myself is legendary at home.  There are moments when I will forgo reality and give myself over to the idea that anything is possible. You know, like say… zombies, looming serial killers, blood thirsty cult members.

As I stood with my back turned to the limbless hull of a once mighty tree, I got that creeped-out feeling that comes when the hair stands up on the back of your neck. In a complete suspension of reality, I decided that the Zodiac killer just might be lurking back there. Watching… waiting…

Old Tree at Kings Park Psychiatric

My brain went in to hyper-crazy mode remembering the details from Robert Graysmith’s book Zodiac in which the killer moved towards a couple at Lake Berryessa wearing an executioners hood. I spun around and searched in the dark but saw nothing.

I knew I was being ridiculous and I tried to get my imagination under control. I  turned back around and focused on building 93 again but not before looking over my shoulder once more for good measure.

I looked to the tall brick building and pretended I wouldn’t be dragged off into the dark trees by a creeper behind me. As I moved toward the tower, I thought I saw a small light in one of the right side windows on the top floor. It went out so quickly I couldn’t help but wonder if I really saw it or not. I stopped and stared in the silence of the night.

There it was again! This time the light had moved a few windows down towards the left. I was able to snap a picture of what was obviously the light of hell that shone in the ghostly eye sockets of a deranged lunatic.

Kings Park Light in the Window

The light quickly went out again and came back on having moved even further across the building. I stood in the dark street watching. Zodiac behind me, crazed lunatic ghost in front, attacked by bugs from all sides.

The nail in the coffin came in the shape of a mid 80’s sedan. It pulled up with the grill facing me about 20 yards away. It shut off its headlights – leaving only the little orange parking lights on – and sat there idling. Why? Why was it just sitting there?

What the hell was I doing there, anyway? Alone in the dark, I’d had enough. I didn’t need to know anything about the people in the car, or the tower ghost or to be killed by Zodiac. I needed to go home. So, I turned on my heels and briskly walked back to my bike. I don’t think I’ve ever packed my stuff up and put my helmet on so quickly before.

My original intent in going to Kings Park was to learn to use my camera at night. I haven’t the slightest idea what the dials and menus do, so I figured I could learn with an interesting subject. Next time, I will bring an assistant (that I can outrun).

There are many beautiful and interesting photos of Kings Park around the web. The website Opacity which showcases photos of abandoned urban ruins, has an awesome Kings Park gallery.

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