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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(Sep 11) Some things are touchstones in one’s life. For each of us, these are different things.
First stop, arrival and re-departure
Stepped outside the station and started adjusting my camera
Saw an old friend
Wandered downtown, a reminder of college nights watching the Honeymooners with friends.
I’ve never worked at or owned a bar. I’ve imagined it a lot though. Odd.
Nothing screams Amish like an electric sign in midtown Manhattan
This is all Walter White really wanted.
I’ve had the Gorgeous George (it’s a burger)
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(May 25) I don’t know where this month went. It seems to have been largely consumed by drama in the house. The housemate with the screaming, crying, children will be gone June 1. Those kids are doomed. Doomed. Even their father has given up on them already and they’re only seven and eight.
Junior got fired
Port Jefferson smokestacks
This time, Junior didn’t get canned.
Romeo continues to lead a hard life
Back in one of the most familiar places
It’s not as tall as the Twin Towers, unless you count the oversized pole on the roof. It’s not even going to be the tallest in the city. But finally, that’s as tall as it’s going to get, and the pole is on the roof.
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(Apr 25) You thought March was over. We lied. But April too. Honest!
Peeking at the past
Slowly. Oh so very slowly.
Moon at dawn
April started with reality TV stars in my midst
What’s $100 of meat look like
The warm has arrived
Does it look like it changed any since the one above?
This way up
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(Mar 31) The end of March. April waits in the wings.
A swarm of cars
As far as the eye can see
Takeoff
The Cloud(s)
Today’s theme is …
Another swarm
Birds in a snowstorm.
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(Jan 30) The time is now. I have decided to replay the formula that got me to Brooklyn the last time. I have taken This Side of Paradise and The Great Gatsby off the bookshelf. This time I won’t be reading them on a porch in a rocker, with Billy in my lap and a brandy at my side. I hope the effect is the same. F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong about one thing, I’m about to start my third act.
The present sucks.
The past calls to me
Change is required
To get to the future.
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