The sun broke through the early morning fog. It’s mid-May and just a handful of boats are out of their wintertime shrink-wrap, moored in Echo Bay outside Hudson Park and New Rochelle Marina.
Workmen repair the promenade at Hudson Park
Just the other day, the 1880 New Rochelle Rowing Club was demolished. Rebuilt in 1900 after a fire, the building appeared to be deteriorating—finally, Hurricane Sandy delivered the coup de grace. Friends who’d stored kayaks there were heartbroken, especially when they weren’t allowed to retrieve their yaks!
And now it’s…gone. At least somebody saw fit to save the historic cupola. It once topped the old New Rochelle City Hall (1864), but after that building was demolished a hundred years later, the rowing club rescued the cupola and hoisted it sometime in the 70s. But set a single face to the correct time? Fuhgettabouddit. We’re guessing the works were long gone anyway.
So much for NRRC, home of Fordham Prep Crew and decades of rowing champs. Paddle on.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
—Lord Byron
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So many interpretations of the theme. All different, all lovely. https://grieflessons.wordpress.com/2015/05/22/broken/
Thank you, Judy. I think the cherry blossoms may be my favorite, actually. BTW we really love those storm photos of yours, from a couple of posts ago. Be well, and happy weekend! Jean (and Alex)
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Beautiful first photo — the exquisite stillness of the sparse dawn. Such an enticement, to be on the water as fog succumbs to golden light, best time to launch, paddle silently among the waking critters (noisy hominids not welcome).
Sorry about your friends’ boats, a tough blow.
Hi, Michael. Yeah, a bummer, at first… they were allowed to retrieve yaks at some point before demolition, but we did see something that looked a lot like a rowing shell all mangled in the pile! As for the first pic, we weren’t on the water (can’t remember why!) but walking in foggy Hudson Park that morning. We were the only hominids around; a gorgeous spring day! Thanks so much for visiting– we look forward to Lake Champlain.
J&A
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That first picture is beautiful. So sorry that you had to endure such violence. Wishing you calm seas.
Thank you, Shimon. Shabbat shalom 🙂