Hi F&F,
I’m a native of New York City and I know the local topography like the back of my hands. I knew this weeks’ photo challenge was going to be-well, a challenge. There aren’t any mountains in the 5 boroughs of New York City. In fact, the highest point within the city, Todt Hill in Staten Island, is a measly 412 feet above sea level. That’s not very impressive. Whoever said size doesn’t matter wasn’t an Orologist. When it comes to mountains; size is everything!
I am feeling a little mountain envy; after glancing at some of the packages photo entries but, I’m committed to participating in this weekly exercise. What I lack in size I make up in imagination; so cut me some slack people; it was either this picture, or a picture of my dirty laundry basket.
Here is my entry for this week’s photo challenge.
Go Tell it's a Mountain!
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
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atreegrowsinbklyn 
I like that!
Thanks. You maybe a NYcowgirl, but you are a bit of a Brooklyn Babe too.
I say great punting in the mountain category.
BTW, “A tree grows in Brooklyn” was one of my favorite books in my teen years – a classic.
Hi huffygirl,
Thanks for viewing and commenting on my entry for the photo challenge.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith is one of my favorite books also. It is one of the few books that I’ve read more than once. I live very near to the Williamsburg neighborhood in which the story takes place. While a great deal has changed in that area, there are still some apartment buildings and storefronts that seemed to have jumped right off the pages of the book.
BTW is there a story behind your name? Is huffygirl a personality trait or does it refer to your interest in cycling? I hope it is the latter. Your name reminded me of my first bike. I had a sparkly purple Huffy. It had a banana seat, and purple and white streamers on the ends of the handlebars. My friends and I rode everywhere on our bikes and we would put on bike ballets; which is kind of like synchronized swimming; without the water or the unflavored gelatin.
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
Excellent choice. Judy
Hi Judy,
Thanks for checking out my entry. It’s kind of a case of necessity being the mother of “imagination”. 🙂
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn (Adrienne)
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Hi FrizzText,
I’m always pleased to be pinged!
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
Great interpretation of the weekly challenge. Glad you didn’t have to use your mountain of dirty clothes. LOL. I don’t have mountains nearby to photograph either so I used my daughter’s interpretaion on canvas.
Also, Thanks so much for the pingback and visiting my post. Greatly appreciated.
Hi Changeversations,
Thanks for visiting. I’m also glad I didn’t have to go with the dirty laundry.
I saw your daughter’s art work. Clearly she is a student of early twentieth century modern art. Her work seems influenced by the Fauvism movement. LOL!
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
I love the post, the photo, your Mountains of imagination.
Thank you, Suitbablefish.
That’s a mountain all right! 🙂
Hi Yor Ryeter,
I’m glad you agree! Thanks for visiting my site.
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
Tree,
By me, that’s definitely a mountain!
And too high for me, like other kinds of mountains.
Cleverly done.
Hi Touch2Touch,
I have seen the Cyclone trun the brave into the lily-livered.
Peace,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
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Hi madonnamemoirs,
There is nothing more pleasing than the sound of a ping.
Thanks,
ATreeGrowsinBklyn
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It’s great to get a ping. I think every time we ping an angel gets its wings. 🙂
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