Monday August 13th 2012, 11:47 pm
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(Mar 25) I’ve left Port Jeff for the third time now, second time leaving the same location. Moving is killing me inside.
A last look out my bedside window
This was the office side
And this was the bed side
Emptied of all that was ours
Soon to be someone else’s
Saturday April 11th 2009, 4:42 pm
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This was a long week, but I have little to show for it.
Arriving in Port Jefferson …
There’s always something randomly blooming
… which became PJ Horsefeathers, which became The Bada Bing, which has become The Riff
… Then back to Brooklyn, and off to the bank to deposit a check.
Ok, this place is getting weirder.
Tuesday May 24th 2005, 8:36 pm
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A trip out for coffee.
Azeleas.
More Azeleas.
Red Maple.
I think this is a walnut tree.
The boy in the window.
Barber shop pole.
Unbroken, unlike all the ones I’ve seen in the city.
The gayest flowers of all.
This store scares me.
Monday December 08th 2003, 6:50 am
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I’m pretty sure no one ever comes here but me, and it takes enough effort to maintain this that I wonder why I do it. I really don’t know why I bother, but it’s got to be whatever impulse made me start doing it to begin with. Between the $10 to register the domain and the time put into futzing with the software, I’ve invested quite a bit of myself into something I can’t explain. Ditto for the whole camera-phone business.
To summarize this week,… It snowed.
And of course, Christmas started this year before Thanksgiving did.
God help me, I'm starting to like these shitty phone pics.
you can see it like streaks
I’m looking my usual yecchy self.
Sure, plow it right onto the sidewalk.
The snow monster. Or maybe a shrubbery.
The Peerless, snowed in.
The Victorian Home Tour laughs at your blizzard!
I think they’re kinda quacky.
Yeah, it’s a winter freaking wonderland…
Currier & Ives material
The birds were smart and left town.
Snow, as far as the eye can see.
That’s a lot of snow.
Dickens Alley. Be afraid. Be Very Afraid.
The wreaths look much nicer with snow.
The Receiver of Taxes building
It wasn’t even over the next day.