(Nov 24) Coasting through November. The only event is my root canal covered here previously, has broken in half, within weeks of its three year anniversary.
Things have been slow here, from my perspective.
Slow and sleepy
The last harvest, other than peanuts
Roasted.
(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”
“Be Careful”
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 />
Paul came to town
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.
Roma tomatoes
Not cooking them…
blanching them
I didn’t grow this mushroom
I meant, this mutant mushroom
It was too weird to eat
A mound of dirt
Gee, I wonder why it feels like all I do is cook lately?
These have surprisingly been a huge hit
(Aug 8) I find myself back in Pennsylvania farm country for the second time in a year, on completely unrelated business. This time, it was a visit to the jerky factory. I didn’t take any photos at the factory.
I hardly took any at all actually.
It doesn’t take long before the city fades into farmland.
The obligatory horse drawn buggy shot
And other horses
We left so early it was barely mid-afternoon when we passed through the city again on the way home.
