Sea Cliff

Sea Cliff is a small picturesque village perched atop a bluff on the north shore (or "Gold Coast") of Long Island. It lies just over an hour's trainride from Manhattan. Architecture ranges from Victorian and Queen Anne to Carpenter Gothic styles. There's even a Frank Lloyd Wright hidden somewhere in the midst. Quiet and sleepy, at least in late winter, the place veritably reeks of arts and crafts.


This wasn't the first thing I spotted as I strolled into town, but I figured it deserved top billing.


I think this qualifies as a typical "painted ladies" style of architecture.


An irksome hedge.


All centers of town should be indicated by an old clock.


Hempstead Harbor.


The original wooden staircase which led down to the boardwalk was destroyed by a hurricane in 1944. The town finally got around to replacing it in 2007.


This witch tree will strangle that house one day, if the power lines don't get to it first.


At just about this spot some dude pulled up in his car and asked if I wanted a ride. I couldn't tell if he was being neighborly or creepy, but a solid Brooklyn glare took care of the situation.


This house is for sale if you're in the market. A woman indicated no sign of leaving the porch any time soon, so I stood where a tree blocked her out. Crafty, no?


The main entrance to Sea Cliff is admittedly a little impractical.


No shortage of winding roads.


When Teddy Roosevelt died in 1909 he was entombed in this tree.


The Gate to Nevermore.


Ye olde train station.