
Some pilings at the ferry slip.

The Staten Island Ferry is right next door. You can take the 1 train right to it.

Leaving Manhattan behind.

As we arrive at the island, a cormorant looks on.

Tree-lined street.


Finn on the island on a bike with no name. Oh hahahHAHhahahah...



A behemoth cruise ship docked in Brooklyn.


As we left, I noticed the vent for the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel.

Gull where the cormorant was earlier.

Detail of ferry terminal.

I have no idea what this means. There was 'art' all over the place on the island, even on the ferry.


*if you understand the allusion, I'll buy you a pizza.
Guinevere Golden tresses shining in the air Spread against the Jasper sea. Is what comes to *my* mind.
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