Although the fares haven’t gone up yet, the subway is already too expensive. I predict walking is going to be on the rise.
Someone was in too much of a hurry though.
I decided to walk from the Financial District to the West Village to save $2
I hoped to get a few photos
But I suddenly found myself at the library with only these.
It seems that as of late 2008 Y2K has finally arrived, and it had nothing to do with poor computer programming practice.
MTA FAIL. Not only does water flow in unimpeded from the street, the ceiling leaks 3 feet away. It’s been like this for years.
MTA FAIL2. They were at the edge of the street when I arrived. Three hours later, this crew of at least 10 workers, and 2 MTA police had 30 feet of blacktop to show for themselves. This may be one reason why the MTA is more in the red than some countries spend in a year.
The gardens on High St. look more than a bit less impressive than last year.
This place was sold about six years ago, and has been continually screwed with ever since. Six years of construction.
This is what a private bailout loan looks like. It ain’t pretty, really.
The Union St. sign weirdness continues.
“Annie’s Garden”, one of the many (apparently) “Gardens of Union”.
I needed to try and come up with some ideas, so last week I went bridge-walking. I ended up walking off at the end of the bridge and all the way home. Only generated one interesting idea.
The journey this time, started on the Manhattan side.
I find the parts of the bridge over land are actually more interesting views.
The one thing you don’t get a good view of from the bridge, is the bridge.
I like how the light reflects off the water here.
The bridge portion of his trip “officially” ended not at the gift shop, but at (the outside of) Junior’s.
Multiple Computer FAIL.
More night photos.
They follow directions excellently.
I missed the train by less than 60 seconds. Yay.
Evening in TriBeCa.
What lurks beyond the wire grate?
This was a long week, but I have little to show for it.
Arriving in Port Jefferson …
There’s always something randomly blooming
… which became PJ Horsefeathers, which became The Bada Bing, which has become The Riff
… Then back to Brooklyn, and off to the bank to deposit a check.
Ok, this place is getting weirder.
