(July 14) The rest of the trip to Williamsburg.
There’s a good view of the trains going across the bridge here.
The view of midtown
The view toward Brooklyn
Twilight settles over Manhattan
I love going to places with sidewalk seating
I’d love to have a place like this.
When I got back home, they were repainting this place
(July 14) I decided to walk to Williamsburg over the bridge, at sunset.
I decided to start in Manhattan, so I took the subway to Delancey.
It puts you about a block from the bridge walkway.
A common sight on this site.
One of my favorite things about walking the bridges is the view of the neighborhoods.
The view of Brooklyn in the distance.
Unfortunately, much of the view is defaced by this chicken coop.
I wouldn’t mind taking photos from that staircase.
The Fucking Disaster Road Drive.
Looking up at the bridge.
The blimp was out filming the golf tournament that was clogging my trains with obnoxious drunk fratboys and former fratboys.
(That spot annoys the shit out of me, yet I’m not going to fix it.)
I grew up with these all around.
These were in a garden approaching Atlantic Ave. & Flatbush Ave. I had to look twice to believe what I was seeing.
The gardens on Carroll St. in Carroll Gardens really do remind me of suburbia.
Typical of MTA construction, it’s going to take so long to complete, they changed all the permanent signage on the whole line.
This however, is not part of what they’re going to be fixing.
(June 20) A few shots from the subway station, and people.
My back hurt, it was time to leave the Mermaid Parade.
Not the makeout tunnel, but it was today.
Sometimes I post the blurry ones because I like the way they look, sometimes because it’s all I have.
(June 20) Despite the rain, I was determined to see the Mermaid Parade. When I got there, I got close to the street, but this girl in front of me leaned her umbrella forward so that it was hard to see, when she wasn’t bashing other people in the head with it.
There were a lot of people here for a parade in the rain.
Tim knows all about the rollercoaster of love.
The pirates were at the beach instead of the bay.
Unsurprisingly, the Marty Markowitz contingent was present and accounted for.
Hot tar sundaes, a New York City tradition.
A subtle car, for a subtle parade.
Out of work models want you to show you their tits.
Junior mermaid
Shakin it.
I’ll bet he had sore feet when it was over.
