(Oct 20) If you knew me, you’d think I’d have been here already, or that I’d have gone with Viza. You’d be wrong on both counts. On this particular Sunday afternoon though, I went to the NYC Transit Museum with Preed.
It starts with the story of digging
Preed tried his hand at manual labor
Today’s Game: “Where’s Tesla?”
I’ve never actually seen one of these for reals before
Stupid people? Ironic? Perhaps just well-trained.
Wrigley’s spells an ad that wouldn’t pass standards and practices today
It’s amazing how long they stuck with wicker seats
Paul seemed deeply interested in these
(Sep 11) It is past 9 PM on a Sunday night. I head into the city with the ubercamera for a familiar journey. I really don’t know much about how to use the camera still at this point (and still don’t), but I got some good results. Again, this may be the last time they do The Lights, and the neighbors must absolutely hate the installation. So, although I have to move in a couple of days, I get on the train.
Brooklyn Bridge, 1:15 AM. That brightness in the distance turned out to be The Tribute In Light.
Not only did the clouds defile the view, so did the contractor working on the bridge.
Despite these unfortunate circumstances, the ubercamera remained uber.
Oh how far my new camera has come from the others.
At this point, I still wasn’t quite sure they were even on.
Midtown, Manhattan Bridge, Empire State and Chrysler Buildings. The top of the ESB is in the cloud cover.
The clouds were unfortunate, to say the least.
The new station. It is a big yawn, and no longer opens in a convenient spot (for me).
I do some version of this shot every time.
This was the only decent shot out of a dozen in this same spot, which I’ve used in the past.
One more “it looks like it’s coming from the building” shot.
This one really is coming from the top of the building. This is the parking garage the installation sits atop.
The Lights are not actually at the World Trade Center. There, down the block, is the new One World Trade Center.
I don’t like this shot so much, but it is the last one I took for the evening, and thus possibly the last one I’ll take of the Tribute In Light.
I dropped in on Lindsay for a quick visit. She asked how Larry is, and who knows him as Viza.
Poor Lindsay moves so often, I can’t keep track of which stop to get off at. Unfortunately, this wasn’t it.
One last trip into the city in January on the 21st, and hung out with Viza.
I saw no sheepsheads. I saw no sheeps. I thought sheeps wasn’t a word. I was wrong.
I left Brooklyn early in the morning on November 9, pushing my granny cart with my mop, bucket, and various items up and down the subway stairs, through Williamsburg, and back to the LIRR, before pushing it another mile down the road to my new location. It was a difficult end to my four years in Gowanus.
I cleared out from one end to the other.
I’m going to miss this place. There’s a lot of good memories associated with it.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have left the building.