I’ve lived in Astoria for more than a year and a half total, including my first go-around after I graduated in college in 2003. But I just made my first trip to Socrates Sculpture Park today. I’m lazy and it’s a bit of a hike from where I now live, and when I lived closer to 21st Street I wasn’t eager to walk anywhere but the subway station because my neighborhood was sexual harrassment city. My boyfriend wanted to go down to the park for a picnic before he jetted off to Taiwan this spring, but whenever we had time to go it was always too rainy.

I had a great time making up for lost time by myself today, though. It was quiet enough to be relaxing, but there were enough people and their babies, dogs and frisbees around so I didn’t feel lonely. The current installation, Interstate: The American Road Trip, will be up until August 13th. Here are some Polaroids I took (I wasn’t very good at keeping track of which piece was which, alas):

Looking across the East River into Harlem:

And one more: