Summer and smoke
The blessed sunshine of an early Memorial Day weekend was still in abundant supply at 7:30 p.m. While the evening was a little too cool to feel quite like summer, the air over the picnic grounds near Ninth Street was thick with the perfume of starter fluid and charred meat. And the ground was thick with people and their mobile campsites, many of which included balloons celebrating various events.
As I cycled around the park, I pondered the subtleties of selecting a picnic spot. Grilling is allowed in only a few sections of Prospect Park, and those areas lay under a haze of mouthwatering smoke, with what looked like thousands of picnickers feasting in closely packed quarters. But even non-grillers tended to cluster in crowds.
When I was young, my family took perverse pride in seeking out the most remote and scenic location possible for the old cooler and blanket. Triumph was secured when we managed to find a Perfect Spot out of sight and earshot of another human being. Looking back, I realize we carried this (and many other preferences ) a bit far. But I still find myself baffled by picknickers who seem to put no premium on seclusion, despite their evident good cheer.
I was in the park today for the first time in years and I had a blast. And btw--terrific video.
:)
Posted by: Rob Lenihan | May 26, 2008 at 12:14 AM
I love the "old-time" photos. You inspired me to search the archives for fun Sunset Park photos. Thanks for that!
Posted by: BestViewinBrooklyn | May 27, 2008 at 05:20 PM