(Nov 24) Coasting through November. The only event is my root canal covered here previously, has broken in half, within weeks of its three year anniversary.
Things have been slow here, from my perspective.
The last harvest, other than peanuts
(Feb 15) A somewhat typical day.
It was a pizza at Colosseo’s for dinner night
(December 15) It was a very cold and windy day, but I decided to walk around a little and headed south from Penn Station on the west side. Eventually I had to head east so I could get to Madison Ave. in the Lennox Hill area. This was to be my only walk around the city during the holiday season.
The reindeer have gotten smaller in this recession.
I’ve been meaning to get photos of this station before.
It’s one of those curious PATH station entrances in the side of a building.
As I was walking uptown on 3rd Ave near 23rd St, I happened to look down and see this. The Web knows a thing or two about it. You can see the tree here.
(August 14) A couple of weeks ago, I’d figured to save time by walking to my customer one stop away on the local 6 train from the express 6 I’d gotten off of at Hunt’s Point Ave. It turned out to be a terrible mistake from that perspective, but I decided to go back with my camera, which I strangely hadn’t brought with me on the previous occasion.
You can see the footbridge, which turned out to be the focus of the traveling I needed to do.
No, the obelisk isn’t peeing, it’s a fountain.
Walking back toward the footbridge, I passed over the Bronx River on another bridge.
There’s several views here I don’t get from where I usually cross this river.
You can see the sky reflecting off the water.
Down in the water, there were thousands of fish.
That’s not an oil slick, that’s a lot of fish down there.
Still in use from the looks of it.
This one is a serious view-buster
Wherever there’s train tracks, there will be tagging, which pre-dates the Intertubes.
Viza informs me these are Amtrak’s tracks.
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.