Beauty and the Tepee: Central Park and Riverside go to the mat
Today I went to Central Park to revisit the site of Seneca Village, a nineteenth century African American community, for an article I’ve been working on. Then I walked inside the park from 82nd Street to 108th. Central Park’s dazzling beauty made me feel, well, defensive about my park, Riverside Park.
I mean, okay, so we don’t have the loch:
And we don’t have pretty little wooden bridges:
And yeah, it’s true, we don’t have the reservoir:
But we have other things. Stranger things. We have … tepees. Oh, yes, we do.
We have small tepees:
And we have teeny tiny tepees:
Who is building tepees and why so small? Does a clan of teeny tiny tepee builders live unseen in Riverside Park? And who is destroying their tepees? Because the very day after the tepees appeared, this is what we found:
Is it the Riverside T. rex that leaves these teeny tiny tepee bones where once was a teeny tiny tepee?
I’ll visit Central Park and revel in its beauty. But my heart is with the mysteries of Riverside.2009, Central Park, In the City, November, NYC Parks, Riverside Park, strange encounters