Still Red

A Buff Orpington rooster with smooth golden-buff plumage in a navy wool pea coat over a cream roll-neck, seated upright on a wooden park bench on the rocky bank of the Hudson River, folded wing feathers resting in his lap and scaled rooster legs standing on the gravel path, a small red cast-iron lighthouse on the rocks behind him and the grey steel towers of a great suspension bridge rising behind, a steel vacuum flask and its cup on the bench, golden late-afternoon autumn light

A Flask, the Hudson, Four O'Clock

When the bridge went up beside it, the general view was that the little light had been made redundant. It is still here and still red, and once a year people walk down to the river to tell it so. He has brought a flask and taken the bench on its side of the argument.

3 October 2026