The non-event parts of June.
The strange sign person was feelin groovy.
Twitter was completely useless. Before Iran at least.
This still claimed not to be a urinal. The evidence still claimed otherwise.
There was honeysuckle in Port Jefferson.
There was an unexpected local view of the Empire State Building.
There were many trips to Port Jefferson to do nasty work.
(May 25) The end of this journey and the return home.
I thought these were all gone.
I thought this was a very Memorial Day weekend shot
Still, and for the foreseeable future, the tallest building in Brooklyn
Yes indeed, the Gowanus are some dirty waters.
(November 23) In what is likely to be the last expedition for November, I headed from the Tree Huts in Madison Square Park to the Roosevelt Island Tram terminal to see Dylan Mortimer’s Prayer Booths. I got there just in time not to see them assembled, which was a bummer in that I saw one of them enough that I’m not likely to spend the time and money to go back. Allow me to say once again, that I despise Standard Time.
These, are the sorry excuses (kiosks) for what passes for a phone booth these days.
Above, are from our local telephone monster, Verizon.
This, would be most of a Prayer Booth. Apparently he takes them in at night, possibly due to the graffitti.
Although to be honest, the graffitti stain adds an authenticity to the Prayer Booths that would have been otherwise absent given nothing else around here is free from some kind of …. urban weathering.
In keeping with my previous Astroland theme, I probably won’t go back to see them in an assembled condition, but now that I’ve said that,….
As of now, for the first time in months, there’s nothing left in the queue here.
(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.
(October 14) Echoes of graffitti past and more mosiacs.
One more from the Delancey St. fish mosaics
Kosciusko Street Station on the J