DUMBO JUMBO

Since my first DUMBO post was semi-popular (and if not in comments then in page views) compared to some of my other posts at least, I shall attempt to capitalize on the sequel, no matter how much better the original was, and hope that the undiscerning public will pay the admission fee with their twenty second attention spans, and be deeply corrupted by the imagery that for the most part is misleading in that very little of it is actually DUMBO, or at least was not made there but from a boat at dusk, and sometimes isn’t even New York City at all.

It is in more ways than any other, a study not of this amazing purple vomit that surrounds the city at times, but of its reflections and shadows on the man-made structures that are the real wonder of the Big Apple.

The Financial District, where the dollars (used to) get their colors.

Continued from the last photograph, the deep blue clouds ripe with rain make the city look empty and flat, devoid of soul.

And this is Jersey City, west of Manhattan. It may aspire to be, but NYC it is not. The Colgate clock reminds you that it’s 24 minutes to 8. Have you brushed your teeth yet?

New Jersey, still not New York.

Finally on the east side of Manhattan island, that’s Pier 17 that you’ll want to visit if you like mediocre food at midtown prices.

Ah yes, the very reason for having DUMBO in the title, the venerable Brooklyn Bridge. Almost as annoying to look at for the millionth time as it is to drive on. It is very New York by all standards.

I don’t remember exactly where in the city this is, but I wanted some filler so you can feel like you’ve gotten your monies worth.

This should help too.