(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
How inviting
This undoubtedly is a Jim Power mosaic.
When these churches went up, they were probably the tallest things around. Today, they seem small indeed.
Patriotism meets Halloween
A relic that will doubtless soon be gone
Passing through the farmer’s market
The statue of Andy Warhol for no apparent reason
Empire, revealed
What have we here?
The hoax of the day
This faux rat probably ended the day stolen
Then back to the land of ‘meh’
(Aug 1) A trip to see a client downtown. I walked back up Broadway as I have many times before, knowing this time, like the other times, would be different from any other time.
Seen passing through Jamaica Station… WTF.
They abbreviate all the bad things. Coincidence?
I need to find out what this is
It’s still a surprise anything ever got started
I set out after visiting a client, and passed through City Hall Park
Thomas Schütte
“Memorial for Unknown Artist”
Elmgreen & Dragset
“It’s Never Too Late to Say Sorry”
Plaques from a simpler time?
Justin Matherly
“New Beaches”
I left the park, heading up Broadway….
Beverly Pepper
“Manhattan Sentinels”
One more sentinel
(Jul 26) I’ve been coming to this neighborhood for 13 years. At some point a patch of land indistinguishable from an abandoned dump turned into a park. It seemed to spring into being suddenly, though it must have been going on behind the fence for quite a while.
But first… The Asshole of the Day
The Diallo Mural has been brutally vandalized, undoubtedly by the landlord
More shhamefully, the city just re-armed one of the perpetrators.
There it is
Concrete Plant Park
Surrounded by multiple railroads on two sides
It’s pretty
At least the water doesn’t seem to be killing the birds
It has artistic value
But it detracts from the park overall, which needs every inch of usable space it can get.
Catching something
The river of scary water
Looking back at the wasted space
“High” speed trains.
There’s plenty of trains here though.
It’s part of the “Bronx River Greenway”
And then it was done
So I left
(Jul 16) Pete asked me to take a ride.
I rode along for estimates
Black and white
Sepia Pete
Violet Pete
Reminds me of Gowanus. How I do miss Brooklyn.
(Jul 13) Today, I did something different. It wasn’t what I’d call a success story though, but that’s probably in no small part due to my not feeling well.
My arrival in the city
My arrival at HOPE 9
William Binney gave the keynote
Trust not the anonymous QR code
I admire the use of public space
A lesser-obtained angle for me
