(Sep 11) Some things are touchstones in one’s life. For each of us, these are different things.
First stop, arrival and re-departure
Stepped outside the station and started adjusting my camera
Saw an old friend
Wandered downtown, a reminder of college nights watching the Honeymooners with friends.
I’ve never worked at or owned a bar. I’ve imagined it a lot though. Odd.
Nothing screams Amish like an electric sign in midtown Manhattan
This is all Walter White really wanted.
I’ve had the Gorgeous George (it’s a burger)
(Aug 31) I suppose it is wrong to say nothing happened or got done, but it would be correct to say I didn’t get out much.
There’s a lot of these mutants sprout in our back yard
I got older.
(July 31) Yawn. And just like that, July is gone.
This is what happens when you put a camera from an air-conditioned room into a hot car.
Heisendog is ready
(Jun 19) Roosevelt Island is about to get a large dose of change. It’s going to be change they won’t like one bit. It’s inevitable though. Underscoring this, it’s a Bruce Ratner project now, who will co-own the buildings, which come with free land, courtesy of the city. I can’t help but think the city is poor at selling itself to have to give so much away to those who will directly profit from this initiative. The idea that anyone has gotten a piece of Roosevelt Island free just seems scandalous.
Arrival. Deep underground.
It is a beautiful place, with a view of the east side.
Aside from the subway, and a bridge to Astoria, the tram is the only other way on and off the island.
And then on the other side of the tram bridge… you’re there already.
Now you see it… soon you won’t.
A familiar sight
The old, and falling down
The new and unfinished
The UN-United Nations
(Jun 10) This month has been difficult and frustrating, and for all that, so little has changed.
This means, rub my belly.
The proprietor of this establishment, glimpsed.
Rumors of Junior always looking unhappy disproved
The heterochromia of the illuminations
The backlight is helpful
