Jersey Springs A Springtime

In Spring, so said the poet, a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Perhaps only the most charitable could describe me as 'young,' though I would also hesitate to be thought of as 'old'...

Love, spring, Nature's great, relentless process of procreation was much on my mind this week, as I witnessed with a pleasure that deepens every year, the arrival of Springtime in New York City.

I took off the other day to New Jersey, just a PATH train journey, to Journal Square and Jersey City Heights. Some of the following photographs are actually in Hoboken, NJ, the square-mile municipal weirdness that is surrounded by Jersey City on three sides, and washed by the Hudson River on its forth side. But it's all Jersey, glorious, beautiful New Jersey, and I won't let anyone dare say a word against the Garden State.

Near Journal Square, I saw this abandoned gas station on a sort of bluff or rocky outcrop. After I took the photo, a man nearby roared and shouted insults at me: I had seen him out of the corner of my eye as I snapped, and had noted near him a large municipal worker truck, engine idling and no one inside. The crazy man's clothing was utterly indeterminate: he could have been a city worker, road-mending man, but just as equally he could have been a homeless nutter. I waved at him cheerfully from the safe distance of several hundred yards. His indistinct voice was clearly raised in anger at my photographing.

Jersey City Heights has some folks who are proud of their awesome Dog God.

And this dingy club or bar has a severe dress code... An admirably-attired wearer of a kilt might cause the proprietor's brain to melt.

A feature of Jersey City and Hoboken that reminds the passer-by that he or she is not in New York City no longer, is the tangled criss-crossings created by electricity wires et al on poles ...

Around Ninth Street and Congress Street, a steep bank, part of the Palisades, sort of, has become a trash-strewn mess with a homeless person's grotto down there in the midst. If a homeless person builds a shelter which is sort of permanent, does that make him or her no longer homeless?

The same steep drop requires an astonishingly large elevator thing to take commuters to and from the Jersey Light Rail, which is on the lower-lying land.

That is the railway platform, far below.

And this is the elevator, seen from below.

 

And some weird construction thing near the Congress Street Station...

This above is in Hoboken, I believe.  I liked the strong lines of the stately school building, and the joining and parting wires, seen also below...

There's an aesthetic pleasure I get from this closer shot of the manifold mess of wires and ducts and pipes, both as a complex object and as a sort of exterior network around and over the building... like it's a partially-visible aura.

Finally, these stately townhouses (above) in Hoboken are two of an almost infinite set of variations on the townhouse style.

It was a beautiful day. In Hoboken, I sat for a moment on a bench to enjoy the sunlight before ducking down into the PATH. Then I heard a voice near me. A man with a moustache says: "What a beautiful day! You should come with me to — " and he named a local gourmet green grocer's, a block away. I watched as he bought kohlrabi, and some gorgeous blood oranges, and then he bought me a gala apple.