(May 16) Going places, going places I didn’t intend to go, and going more places still.
I didn’t hear the announcement that my R was going to go express to 36th. Fortunately there were mosaics I hadn’t seen before at the end of the proverbial and literal tunnel.
These appear to be subway scenes from the 1940’s. I didn’t see a placard.
Then after picking up my notebook, it was back into Manhattan to the West Village heading for the library. Unfortunately I rode the subway and not the Ducati.
Passed four dogs camped out.
Then someone woke them.
Took the F back through Carroll Gardens.
Then out to Port Jefferson the next day to witness the winding down of a 40 year business.
The next day on Union St., the strange sign had changed.
(May 10) The point of my trip out on May 10th was to see the de-fence Project. I got there too late in terms of lighting, but it got torn down the next day. Where I live, the landlord has put in dangerous illegal apartments the city knows about and has done nothing about, but put up some art without a permit, and the state takes immediate action.
This was a surprise. A carousel inside a storefront.
When I reached the end, the end was near for de-fence.
(May 10) I went back to DUMBO.
This building happens to be owned by the MTA itself, and long ago became a symbol of the agency’s FAIL syndrome.
Everyone knows sneakers grow on bridges, not trees.
DUMBO Delights
Grimaldi’s, one of our famed pizza places with a line around the block.
Another thinking tour. My return to the Brooklyn Bridge. Didn’t come up with any good ideas.
This journey began in Chinatown, on Canal St.
While talking to Tony, I ran into this metaphor for our financial system
The Temple of Daniel
Sushi, Blimpie, Pizza, and Pasta. Ohhhh kay!
Thanks to the Empire State Building, it’s a little different every time I’m here.
Brooklyn. The Bridge.
I wandered back down Smith St., past this illusion
And then along Carroll, back to pseudoreal headquarters.
Monday. Back out to Port Jeff, then Back to Brooklyn, and then…
The last trip of a long day begins.
Who’s in the way?
She’s the queen of the apartment.
And home again.
