It's beating down on nearly two million cubic yards of dirt, sand, and debris that were dumped on top of the Bronx's Ferry Point Park, a former landfill, to be used in the construction of a PGA-class public golf course paid for by developers and designed by Jack Nicklaus. But after more than a decade of false starts, escalating costs, environmental problems, and millions of wasted dollars, all the Parks Department has to show for its efforts is a fenced-off lunar wasteland.

The project's not dead yet, though! The latest scheme to be hatched involves the city footing the construction bill (now expected to run upwards of $180 million — nine times more than initially anticipated) and handing over operation of the course to none other than Donald Trump.

This lengthy waterway descends from the roof on the far side of the wall, runs through all those blue barrels, drops to the ground, and then turns and makes its way out toward the yard, finally terminating a couple of feet beyond the hydrangea.

This person likes tomatoes.

But it gets points for being bilingual.

Manhattanhenge (the two times each year — about three weeks before and three weeks after the summer solstice — when the setting sun aligns with the Manhattan street grid) has become quite a spectacle in recent years. (Drivers may know it better as the fifteen minutes or so when they can't see a goddamned thing heading west across town, including the throngs of spectators out in the middle of the street.)

West 205th Street here in the Bronx is angled a tad further north than its counterparts on the Manhattan grid, so its second henge of the year occurs a few days before Manhattan's. It doesn't quite compare to the sight of the sun nestled at the bottom of a Midtown canyon, but sometimes comparing is for fools.

The tallest buildings in the Bronx

Seven Nobel laureates and counting

In case someone has to fiddle with the light pole

* feces-neglecting

Just before stepping into the car, the officer in the passenger seat crumpled up a piece of paper and casually tossed it on the street. (It's the white thing lying between the car and the curb.)