The Mould fountain has had a few adventures of its own. But why wasn't it turned on the day I went down to take pictures? Why??? WHY?????
One thing you can't get much of a look at from City Hall Park—which I'm considering to be the southern triangle, not the greenery to the north surrounding City Hall and the Tweed Courthouse—is City Hall itself.
Since 9-11, not too welcoming
This year, through December 3, an installation of figurative sculpture called Statuesque is gracing the park. If the barricades and police presence aren't enough to discourage your unauthorized self from getting too close to the House of Bloomberg, maybe Thomas Houseago's bronze Untitled (Red Man) will do the trick.
He ain't scaring these little kids, though, in spite of his large size and holes for eyes.
In Manhattan parks, looking up usually pays dividends. Here we see pretty lamps on the left, lit for the approaching evening hours, and the white towers of McKim, Mead and White's Beaux-Arts Manhattan Municipal Building on the right. Maybe one day I'll have a camera that can show things in shadow and things in light in the same photo.
Nathan Hale keeps an eye on City Hall, courtesy of sculptor Frederick MacMonnies. Hale was actually hanged about four miles north of here. There's a Starbucks there now, so this is probably a better spot for him.
Today, City Hall Park seems mostly a place for working people to eat lunch on nice days, and tourists to wander through on their way to gaping at Ground Zero. But there's culture to be had as well, and not just silent sculpture installations. Here, patriotic quartet 4Troops sing at the southern tip of the park.