Pete agreed to haul a load out of Brooklyn for me if I agreed to go rollerblading in Central Park. Things have gone downhill quite a bit since then. It already seems like it was long ago.
He almost never goes forward except in reverse.
Pete hates the cyclists… passionately.
Some girl caught his eye.
November began with nine days left on the lease at my Carroll St. apartment.
Root canal, visit one of five. Tony said “pics or it didn’t happen.”
It’s hard to see, but that’s a rooster, full of peppers.
Nice plate. I wonder if the cops are amused.
Back from the dentist, and off to paint “next apartment.”
Painting done, returning to Brooklyn.
I finally got a good shot of this. I never realized it was down the block from me.
The end is very very near now.
Halloween 2009. I went to a party Ruth invited me to. I took no photos there.
I am distorted and unclear.
October ends, and my 10 day countdown begins.
This sign is what my new business idea is about.
I dropped in on Lindsey and Rachel.
Joe’s ATM. Reminds me of the old joke “Would you trust your money with Joe’s Bank?
Someone from the bar this was outside of freaked and wanted to know why I was taking pictures.
There’s always something new on President St.
They’re doing a lot of work here at the Jefferson stop on the L
I’ll note though that all for all the work they do, they’re just replicating a 100 year old system that should have been replaced long ago. It’s the finest early 1900’s technology created today.
That’s a mighty bold claim. I wonder if that’s gone unchallenged.
When I took this, I was going to note how ridiculously early the Christmas decorations were.
Then, like with Joe’s ATM I got chased down by some guy who said it was his business and demanded to know why I was taking pictures. When I told him, he sheepishly said “Oh, they’re still up from last year.”
And into October, my last month in Brooklyn for now…
This guy wasn’t annoying. That’s pretty good praise in regard to subway musicians. In theory some entertainment down there should be a good thing, but really, it’s not.
I’d been thinking about him again a lot, due to my impending move.
It really was been all about him for a long time.
This does not constitute proof that crazy sign person is not in fact, a zombie
Smith St. and I go way back. I used to pick up shampoo for my boss at the salon 2 doors down back in another life.
Since the subway system has been crawling with cops, it didn’t surprise me to see the mystery machine turned on at Union Square. I gather it sniffs the air for something, but that’s about all I know.
Then back out to the sawmill for a day to turn this walnut log into boards
This reminds me of this
Unfortunately a big part of the log had been ruined by carpenter ants
I finally got a good shot here on a swing through Park Slope.
