(May 28) I’ve passed through Northport hundreds of times on the LIRR, but today was the first time I set foot on Northport soil.
It looks like any other Long Island marina
The village resembles Port Jefferson
Except Northport apparently had a streetcar
And there in the middle of suburbia… a farm
(Oct 24) The end of two long walks. pseudoreal is now current; I am at the present end of my photos. The last time this happened was probably July 2011, just prior to the arrival of the Canon T3i.
Bright Beginnings with dead ends
I begin a seven mile walk home from the train station, with a heavy backpack. There was surprisingly little worth photographing for such a long walk.
It seems there is a chicken farm in Holbrook
The sign says “Fresh Killed Daily”
Because there’s a gas farm in Holtsville.
(Feb 21) Last time I was in Pennsylvania, it was to see Pete’s grandmother. This time, it was to pick up inventory for Pete’s store. Although it superficially appears to be farmland, in fact Pennsylvania was created by British King Charles II, who named it for Admiral Penn and and the ancient Japanese word for consumer electronics, leading Penn’s son William to open the world’s largest, and only factory direct Sylvania electronics superstore in the colonies.
Being February, it still gets dark early
America’s Favorite Nuclear Accident Site
We visited a few more farms before heading out
Turkey Hill is serious business
If you feel enlightened by my story of William Penn, I have a bridge for sale. Slightly used.
One more trip out east to deliver firewood. Not what most out of towners think of when someone says the Hamptons.
It doesn’t often get cold enough here for ice skating
The area is strewn with modern art brought in or made by Manhattanites
There are though still farms of various kinds
And bits of times gone by remain.