(Mar 2) Ice, Ice, Baby.
This is one way to get rid of the homeless, I guess.
As we say on the Internet, freezing cold is cold.
(Sep 12) The touchstone of the year for me, has turned out to be whether or not I got into the city to photograph the Tribute in Light with the ubercamera. This isn’t the first trip the camera has made for this purpose, but the weather was uncooperative last time. I would have considered this a failure to execute, had I not made it in, or if I’d returned with the same photos as before.
It is a poor substitute for what was lost. It isn’t really even as tall as the old One World Trade Center was, but it lacks the gravity of the Twins, and pretends to be much taller than the Twins were. Sadly, New York’s new signature building is a poseur.
Reminders of the true giants that stood in the neighborhood.
Viza is right, the effect wears off over time. For me it’s the point of doing it, more than seeing it.
Odds are, I’ll never be walking around in this specific location again.
The symbol of our era of decline. Less than half of what there used to be where you can see it, everything else close to ground.
(Feb 21) One last trek through the old hood. I think I was going to the post office.
Looking down (north) Main Street
I’ve walked those steps many times in the past
Looking up (south) Main Street
(Jan 8) Suddenly, nothing happened. I am still in Port Jefferson, apparently for the year. But it doesn’t feel like home either.
I don’t really remember what was here.
(Aug 13) A newer (better) camera is for me, an opportunity to re-visit and re-photograph places I’ve been before. I think there’s value in it to see not just the (I hope) improved photographs, but the changes from time.
First stop, Port Jeff train station. Why? I don’t know.
But it seems fitting the journey would begin in Port Jefferson.
Which for the Port Jefferson Branch is…
These train bridges are one of the few high places out here I have access to
Most people don’t like the light these lamps make, but I kind of like how it photographs
I wish I could get up just a little higher. Another floor or two.
It is evening in Port Jefferson