4th Ave., Park Slope.
They really, really love you.
With Adam in town for a rare visit, we went out to dinner at Sala 19.
Larry knows Tony knows food.
And that every word Tony tells you is absolutely true.
It was discovered that bacon defeats vegetarianism.
Lunar New Year! I should get pictures in Chinatown…
I’ve never paid any attention to this before.
I’ve been out of the house twice this week, and yet there’s new photos…
Happy Inauguration Day, Mister President,…
He seems to be here all the time, must be profitable.
Delilah helps herself
It’s not safe for mice in this apartment.
Everyone in the room owns a Macbook except me.
Meh.
It snowed.
And then it snowed again.
I was back in familiar territory.
Other than the car that’s parked where the lawn used to be,
it looks almost the same as when I lived here.
Having grown up in suburbia, it wasn’t until I left it that I realized,
snow shoveling as day labor is a suburban phenomenon.
The snow makes the ordinary seem more interesting, more intimate in a way,
by blocking out background.
Meanwhile, underground, the stalactites are the least scary part of a Broadway station
on the G line that looks like it’s going to disintegrate.
It’s hard to get high shots in this city. The trains and bridges provide most of the free ones.
Speaking of snow, I miss Billy.
(All from Jan 9) Happy Fucking New Year.
I should have photographed the ruts the vehicle made in the lawn.
This had to cost someone a pretty penny.
A brief stop for some laughs with the lovely Lindsay.
Apparently the automated line has fancy video displays.
I’m sure the Windows2000 that runs the train appreciates the visual.
