Closing out September…
Lord Landon’s people put a strange crown atop his head
Then it was out to Port Jefferson
The control panel of a tardis?
No, it’s Pete’s sawmill
The hydraulics push and prod the log into place
Unrounded
Sliced into boards
And sliced some more
Then I went home and past crazy sign person, who’s at it again.
(September 11) For this year’s Tribute In Light, I decided to go to the Brooklyn Bridge. I probably should have gone further north, but Viza met me there and we ended up having one of those only in New York encounters with two girls that borrowed my tripod. Without further comment…
September has been something to endure. And that’s being cheerful about it.
When the gate’s open, I step in for a few shots.
I keep meaning to just ask someone if I can come in.
I’d like to get shots of all of it before I move.
Crazy Sign Person went into re-runs.
I remember when summer meant marigolds
Speaking of memory, the night depository is a relic now, right?
Returning from the bank in the early morning, I saw an apple on the sidewalk.
I looked up.
Then I went out to Port Jefferson. I always walk to the LIRR now as well. My legs are cheaper and still more reliable than the subway.
It rained. It was apropos.
Wet. Scattered. Metaphor.
Down the drain and on the street.
Hot Pink. Not the ideal way to keep Victoria’s Secret.
Back out to Port Jefferson
Unfortunate train connections at Stony Brook.
A now rare visit to Bushwick
I never take the subway for grocery shopping anymore, it’s just not worth spending $4.50 or even $2.25
You talkin to me, crazy sign person?
Just looking at this allegedly sent Tony into sugar shock.
Here’s some of what was going on this night.
There’s a lot more I haven’t really gotten a good look at yet, even though I pass it all the time.
(August 15) I met Tony at the Union Square farmer’s market to look at tomatoes. The mission was specifically about tomatoes, but also any other sort of business built around nature’s bounties.
There were a fair amount of tomatoes here, but none you’d call a bargain.
Other ideas came to mind as well.
I’d been thinking about this myself.
This seemed out of place somehow.
On sight, I thought “That’s gotta be a Gehry”, and indeed it is. I was unaware of either the building or who IAC was. Sorry Barry.
Looking out across the Hudson River
The practicality of New York
Functional public art. Have a seat next to Tony.
