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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(December 15) I sleep on the train, he sleeps in the backhoe.
There’s some kind of construction going on here.
What is that I see there?…. is it, … could it be…?
Sleeping in the backhoe. You think? Your call.
Sunnyside Yards.
Amtrak soils New York with Jersey Transit’s trains here.
It’s sort of the waiting room. For some reason this makes more sense than sending them back to Jersey. Probably money changes hands.
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(October 20) To the city I go. Noticing the weather vane doesn’t seem to be in the same location, I snap a photo.
Originally. (2003)
Then later. (2008)
And now. (2010)
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Every now and then, I escape back to the city where I belong.
Instead of being the train home to Brooklyn, now it’s the train to the city.
The number of drunks and bums Father Frank’s homeless shelter attracts to the area seems to have steadily risen over time. Now they’re passed out all over the train station day and night.
I prefer this city greeting to the drunks sprawled out on the platform in Port Jeff
Hello ESB, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again.
The city is full of ghosts
The Endless March of the Yellow Cabs
It is now safe to walk uphill.
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(June 12) Needed to go for a walk. It was too late to go grocery shopping, so I went behind the train station this time, and kept going.
When I was a kid, this was just a dipshit train station. Now it’s the end of the electrified line, and it’s a huge complex.
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From a walk to the grocery store along the LIRR tracks.
Unintentional Rebar Sculpture
These run the length of the LIRR station, which being the end of the electric service, is quite long.
MTA spelling sign fail.
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