(May 28) I replaced my old phone with the broken camera, with a “new” “old” phone with a not-broken camera.
When I uploaded this photo, I also got some remnants from the past from my SD card.
(May 4) As has been my way since moving back to Long Island, I walked to IBM from Penn Station round-trip. I don’t feel I’m getting $4.50 worth of transportation to go only twenty three blocks north and four or five blocks east and back again. (In May I did Penn Station to 84th and back for a total of one hundred blocks north-south and one east-west)
I set out to cash in my change.
Exchange metal for paper. Exchange paper for different paper. Exchange paper for magnetic bits at bank.
I heard them before I saw them.
There was a deer in this photo too. I can’t find it now.
UPDATE: Viza reports:
(March 14 & 16) I am now a 5 mile walk to the train. Woe is me.
The journey starts out in Miller Place.
Off in the distance, you can see the smokestacks from the Port Jefferson Power Station, a few blocks from where I lived for eight years.
The geese are safe from Michael Bloomberg here
It looks a lot more rural here than it really is
No hunting. But really, it’s suburbia, honest!
Someone had a really lousy day.
Lousy enough to make them very angry. But that didn’t change the fact this is a very dangerous road.
And the weathervane has gone down again
Apple’s on fire! … just kidding. Maybe Tony stopped by.
I passed by the House of Viza, but he was not there.
The flowers seem somehow much larger this spring.