Vizatown
One last trip into the city in January on the 21st, and hung out with Viza.
I saw no sheepsheads. I saw no sheeps. I thought sheeps wasn’t a word. I was wrong.
The Hamptons
One more trip out east to deliver firewood. Not what most out of towners think of when someone says the Hamptons.
It doesn’t often get cold enough here for ice skating
The area is strewn with modern art brought in or made by Manhattanites
There are though still farms of various kinds
And bits of times gone by remain.
The Snows and Trees of January
January was all about snow and firewood.
Then it was December
I think I was only in the city twice in December.
Viza and I took a short stroll through Amtrak’s part of Penn Station.
I found some more subway mosaics to add to my collection.
November: Where years and dreams go to die
Back to the dentist, back to the city, and back to the place with no purpose.
The dentist is about 100 feet from where I went to kindergarten.
That’s my old school on the other side of the cemetary.
Pete wanted to go back to Central Park, so across the Queensboro Bridge we went.
I took no photos in the park this time.
To and from this limbo I go.