(Oct 24) The end of two long walks. pseudoreal is now current; I am at the present end of my photos. The last time this happened was probably July 2011, just prior to the arrival of the Canon T3i.
Bright Beginnings with dead ends
I begin a seven mile walk home from the train station, with a heavy backpack. There was surprisingly little worth photographing for such a long walk.
It seems there is a chicken farm in Holbrook
The sign says “Fresh Killed Daily”
Because there’s a gas farm in Holtsville.
(Oct 6) preed came to town, his first visit since 2007. I didn’t get to spend enough time with him the last time because Billy had just begun his death spiral. This time Paul probably saw more than enough of me. This is that story. <insert Law & Order sound here />
He stayed in the Columbus Circle area
The crazy people were there to greet us
He gave a talk at the Wall St. Atrium
We had lunch at Katz’s. The live entertainment was a family that repeatedly left their baby unattended at the table where it sucked on a mustard bottle.
We walked to Brooklyn across the Brooklyn Bridge
Then walked back to Manhattan across the Manhattan Bridge
We made landfall in Chinatown.
Someone in the Bronx who works at the Irish bar he ate at cloned his card to buy a $1000 phone.
(Sep 5) Not much of note. The harvest of the garden is just about over.
blanching them
Gee, I wonder why it feels like all I do is cook lately?
These have surprisingly been a huge hit
(Aug 1) The second half of my trip from downtown to Penn Station.
The suburban hydrants are all painted yellow. I like this better.
Even the buildings want to be loved
This undoubtedly is a Jim Power mosaic.
When these churches went up, they were probably the tallest things around. Today, they seem small indeed.
A relic that will doubtless soon be gone
Passing through the farmer’s market
The statue of Andy Warhol for no apparent reason
This faux rat probably ended the day stolen
Then back to the land of ‘meh’