(Oct 19) Preed came to town. So much happens when he’s here. Much much more than happens in several months lately.
Sometimes the signs are unclear.
We began the weekend with…
The days of the DevOps
We visited the Museum of the Moving Image, in Astoria. I forget what this thing is,
but the model is very elaborate
Another reminder of the Honeymooner’s. The second one recently.
Ken needs to make sure Barbie doesn’t end up alone with Shatner
No photos at the Breaking Bad “exhibition” wedged into a corner
(Oct 8) Starts and fits. Lots of negativity from friends. Yay autumn.
My grandmother grew these. I can’t remember the name of it.
Past Pinelawn
The road to the dead is closed
Today the signs say… peeling
There’s always construction going on here
(Oct 31) No Halloween Parade for me this year, either. 🙁
I remember when these were ‘new’ gadgets
(Sep 12) An event complete, must be unwound.
The real story of this museum isn’t 9/11, but money.
Nighttime in the subway
I wonder what the eagle is about?
This time, from the other side
The city that never sleeps, sleeping.
Suburbia intrudes
It is impossible not to notice the sidewalk cows have all gone home
Where do you want to go today?
I note, nothing going to Port Jefferson. The Ronkonkoma line gets much more love.
(Sep 12) The touchstone of the year for me, has turned out to be whether or not I got into the city to photograph the Tribute in Light with the ubercamera. This isn’t the first trip the camera has made for this purpose, but the weather was uncooperative last time. I would have considered this a failure to execute, had I not made it in, or if I’d returned with the same photos as before.
It is a poor substitute for what was lost. It isn’t really even as tall as the old One World Trade Center was, but it lacks the gravity of the Twins, and pretends to be much taller than the Twins were. Sadly, New York’s new signature building is a poseur.
Reminders of the true giants that stood in the neighborhood.
Viza is right, the effect wears off over time. For me it’s the point of doing it, more than seeing it.
Odds are, I’ll never be walking around in this specific location again.
The symbol of our era of decline. Less than half of what there used to be where you can see it, everything else close to ground.
Once we reached for the sun,
Now,
We just fake it.
