(May 19) I finally set foot on Staten Island. For a funeral. Is there a message in that?
But first, in Port Jefferson a project that should have taken a month or two if you’re feeling generous is now well into its second year of snarling traffic for miles day and night. The entire Empire State Building, including demolition only took as long as this roadwork has so far.
On Staten Island, down the block from the funeral, there is a park.
I didn’t have time to actually find the lakes in Clove Lakes Park, but the map says they’re there.
I guess Star Of Bethlehem grows wild
A jogger complimented my tie. I think I was flirted with.
In case you forget you’re in New York City, here’s a fire hydrant, to shatter the illusion.
How do you know it’s not a good day? I’m riding a city bus and paying $6 to do it
Unfortunately, the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is not a walkable bridge
(October 19) Wrapping up the trip to Domino with fourteen more photos, I headed back toward home, with a quick stop to the datacenter down by Wall Street.
By all that’s going up, you’d never know that everything’s going to hell.
And lots of other stuff is coming down to make way for more.
More Bisphenol A than you can shake a stick at.
What is The Secret Behind the Door?
This place made me think of Whatah.
The neighborhood buildings are covered in artwork
Something was going on behind this door as well.
Whatever it was, it did not escape Bette Davis’s eyes.
Construction and life both go on.
This is even pervy-er than his subway ad.
This is the kind of Nine Eleven false patriotism we could all live without.