(Mar 27) Back to the city. In and out, very quickly. Most trips there end up like that now.
The new leader
Tallest in the city
The former champ. Twice.
The LIRR windows are never clean
(Mar 25) I’ve left Port Jeff for the third time now, second time leaving the same location. Moving is killing me inside.
A last look out my bedside window
This was the office side
And this was the bed side
Emptied of all that was ours
Soon to be someone else’s
(Mar 21) I’m sure this is quite common. And yet somehow it is absurd. Branding for the win.
Frigidaire. The stove.
Hotpoint. Naturally, the refrigerator.
These things just keep coming and coming
(Feb 21) Last time I was in Pennsylvania, it was to see Pete’s grandmother. This time, it was to pick up inventory for Pete’s store. Although it superficially appears to be farmland, in fact Pennsylvania was created by British King Charles II, who named it for Admiral Penn and and the ancient Japanese word for consumer electronics, leading Penn’s son William to open the world’s largest, and only factory direct Sylvania electronics superstore in the colonies.
We’re not in New York anymore
We’re in the land of free air
And farms
And cows
And silos
And more cows
And Windmills
And more road
And lots of river
It’s pretty scenery
Being February, it still gets dark early
America’s Favorite Nuclear Accident Site
Twilight approached
We visited a few more farms before heading out
Turkey Hill is serious business
If you feel enlightened by my story of William Penn, I have a bridge for sale. Slightly used.
(Feb 21) One last trek through the old hood. I think I was going to the post office.
I wonder who this belongs to?
Looking down (north) Main Street
The strange glowing ground
I’ve walked those steps many times in the past
Looking up (south) Main Street
