New York New York (my adventures)
2 August 2015 by Malgosia Kobylinski
I love adventures – they come in many shapes and colors
This time I landed in New York!
America, America!!
Where the cultural center is.
Where the financial center is.
The view from the Ferry to Statue of Liberty Island.
Hello Miss Liberty!
Here I come Miss. Liberty! – we need to have a chat! 🙂
NYC from the Ferry
Waiting for the Ferry to Ellis Island
Ellis Island – Immigration Museum
Promenade on Ellis Island.
View on NYC from the island.
Manhattan
911 Memorial
Drops like everflowing tears
911 Museum – the last Ground Zero Column
The escape…
View on NYC from the Empire State Building
Overwhelming magnitude
Somewhere there someone is also blogging… 🙂
City bikes – great way to go around
I, and my crazy-awesome girlfriends! (plus street statues).
Time Square, NYC
Billboard on TS – I am right in the HEART – can you find me?
Time Square, NYC
Time Square, NYC
On the way to Guggenheim Museum
Guggenheim Museum – The Awesome Trio.
Rockefeller Plaza , NYC
Prometheus on Rockefeller Plaza
Rockefeller Plaza, NYC
Brooklyn Bridge – we crossed it on foot back and forth!
All that we seen…. What an amazing trip!
Posted in culture | Tagged Adventure, inspirations, living, love, passion, photography, poetry, Travel | 9 Comments
Looks like you did loads. Glad you enjoyed it it’s an amazing city… A wandering memories
Thank you very much! And yes – I enjoyed NY immensely!
Good news, check my blog of New York out – Funny Story
Reblogged this on Poet Roses and commented:
Kocham przygody – te planowane i niespodziewane, kolorowe i mniej barwne, dłogotrwałe i krótkie jak motyli oddech… Tym razem wiatry porwały mnie do Nowego Jorku!
zaintrygowały mnie schody… piękne zdjęcia, miłego zaglądania tam gdzie nikt nie zajrzał 😉
Hi Avemi – schody sa pozostaloscia z Tower 1 – jedna z drog ewakuacyjnych ludzi ponizej “point of impact”.
A tak mi się skojarzyło z Tobą i miejscem 🙂 Pozdrawiam!
ooo tak – spiewalam to na Brooklyn’s Bridge 🙂 Choc smutne – bliskie sercu…
nie most lecz smutek jest ważniejszy… piękniejszy most lecz smutek bardziej twórczy…
Pozdrawiam 🙂