Before the aggravations of suburbs, highways, and malls stole the limelight, New York’s longest island was a place of great beauty. The sky was big, agriculture was king, the fishing was good and all that water kept the weather more mild than might be expected.
During our recent visit it was our great pleasure to get out on the edge of Long Island. Beyond the highways where the subdivisions are few and it takes a little gasoline to reach a mall.
The local food and scenery lulled us into a certain contentment. We realized the sun was about to set moments before we realized we had no idea where to photograph the event. An old road map noted a museum along the shore line not too far away. Which is how we ended up at the top of the staircase that opens this week’s offering.
You want to stick with this one because we went down those stairs and it just got better and better.