Viewed from Fort Tryon Park, it is the very bridge that takes one (and one's feeps) out of New York and into New Jersey, en route to Newark Airport, not but a couple of hours after this photo was taken. Adieu!
What to think about a door that is simply labeled "known point," and then tightly shut? One has to assume that, along with transporting the stones and artifacts of European cloisters to New York, they also inadvertently transported a few of the resident ghosts or demons. You know, the sorts of things that can't be destroyed, but have to be sealed with wards behind thick doors, and are spoken of only in hushed whispers for centuries. Oopsie!
Nestled within Fort Tryon Park is a collection of buildings known as The Cloisters, a mashup of several medieval buildings imported from Europe by one of New York's eccentric rich people (one John D. Rockefeller, Jr., perhaps you've heard of him). There's a museum inside, but sadly we were there on a Monday and the museum is closed Mondays, so we had to content ourselves with wandering around the outside.
The next several photos are of our intrepid little Coil Horn Cyclops friend running around Fort Tryon Park in upper Manhattan. It's an impressive landscape of quiet greenery in a city known mostly for its buildings and its bustle.
This grate protects a public utility building in a section of Manhattan that was clearly built up in the 1920s. All the buildings around there have this kind of style. Makes one feel a bit as though one is walking through a certain Fritz Lang film.
It is, according to the posted information, the largest mausoleum in the United States. We got there right as it was closing, so only had but a moment to peek inside. It was rather interesting to contrast Grant's Tomb with the mausoleums in Mt. Auburn Cemetery (where we had just been), and which until now had seemed impressively elaborate and ornate.
That's the Riverside Cathedral peeking through in the background. I don't know who this statue represents. It was cordoned off with caution tape, and a sign alerted one of an apparently vicious wasp nest. So the feeps and I observed from afar.
Let us bid adieu to Salem (though there are yet more photos for future editions of Road Feeps Redux) with this parting shot of an old building in the harbor area. Next up: New York!
White not a huge fan of large bodies of water (for obvious reasons), the feep cat nevertheless enjoys a city that is covered in cat iconography to go with all the witchiness.
This was part of a display along the pier area of downtown Salem. I'm honestly not sure what this thing is (the horn, I mean, not the monster). I could have read the informational sign that was there next to it, but obviously I didn't, so now I must suffer in ignorance.
I'm a cartoonist and a sculptor. The cartoons are generally aimed at adults and tend to be Not For Everyone. The sculpts are my Feeping Creatures monster figurines and art, and are suitable for all ages. I do a lot of scfi-fi/comic conventions and art fairs where I sell the Feeps as part of my ongoing effort to increase the number of monsters in people's homes and offices.
I come up with the captions for these photos first thing in the morning, when I'm still half asleep. If they seem a little surreal sometimes that's probably why. You are more than welcome to comment with your own caption ideas.