(Jul 9) Beginnings and endings.
More Trader Joe’s flowers, in the same exact spot as these.
What remains of the small businesses that thrived here? Nothing.
(Jun 16) I have been busy. Busy is neither good nor bad, just busy.
So many things nailed to this pole …. that absolutely no one cared about.
This is not at all what I expected when I decided to shoot this scene
Now this, is what I was looking for
This view will never be the same
Not because of the demolition and coming construction
But because the man whose office this was for 30 years has died.
(Oct 20) In the space between museums and days.
Something kinda Shining about this
(Sep 12) An event complete, must be unwound.
The real story of this museum isn’t 9/11, but money.
I wonder what the eagle is about?
This time, from the other side
The city that never sleeps, sleeping.
It is impossible not to notice the sidewalk cows have all gone home
Where do you want to go today?
I note, nothing going to Port Jefferson. The Ronkonkoma line gets much more love.
(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.