(Oct 16) Pete took us to Central Park. I tried to shoot video. The camera has a feature which caused me to inadvertently snap ten stills. I uploaded them all because I thought the collection was “interesting”. Without further comment, here’s a few.
(Sep 11) It is past 9 PM on a Sunday night. I head into the city with the ubercamera for a familiar journey. I really don’t know much about how to use the camera still at this point (and still don’t), but I got some good results. Again, this may be the last time they do The Lights, and the neighbors must absolutely hate the installation. So, although I have to move in a couple of days, I get on the train.
Brooklyn Bridge, 1:15 AM. That brightness in the distance turned out to be The Tribute In Light.
Not only did the clouds defile the view, so did the contractor working on the bridge.
Despite these unfortunate circumstances, the ubercamera remained uber.
Oh how far my new camera has come from the others.
At this point, I still wasn’t quite sure they were even on.
Midtown, Manhattan Bridge, Empire State and Chrysler Buildings. The top of the ESB is in the cloud cover.
The clouds were unfortunate, to say the least.
The new station. It is a big yawn, and no longer opens in a convenient spot (for me).
I do some version of this shot every time.
This was the only decent shot out of a dozen in this same spot, which I’ve used in the past.
One more “it looks like it’s coming from the building” shot.
This one really is coming from the top of the building. This is the parking garage the installation sits atop.
The Lights are not actually at the World Trade Center. There, down the block, is the new One World Trade Center.
I don’t like this shot so much, but it is the last one I took for the evening, and thus possibly the last one I’ll take of the Tribute In Light.
(Jun 15) This photoblog now bids adieu to the Sony DSC-N2 I bought in a rush to replace the short-lived Sony whatever that came after the Sony Minidisc, which came after the Kodak somethingorother. My main concern when buying the N2 was that Billy was nearing the end of his days.
Also… I have the use of a car. Photographically, this sort of changes everything.
But first, from the phone one night.
The park around the corner. Still haven’t figured out what the deal with it is.
Now that St. Vincent’s is closed, I wonder what happens to the monuments?
Construction in the city happens at a glacial pace.
(Jun 15) Perhaps the last NYLUG meeting has been held. The High Line has been extended. There’s still bits of it lying around all over.
Possibly the last NYLUG meeting
In the distance, that building whose name I can’t remember
Robert Moses had a name for this, he called it
And bits of wire and buckets of construction remains in various places
Viza couldn’t believe I looked down and saw this.
(March 14 & 16) I am now a 5 mile walk to the train. Woe is me.
The journey starts out in Miller Place.
Off in the distance, you can see the smokestacks from the Port Jefferson Power Station, a few blocks from where I lived for eight years.
The geese are safe from Michael Bloomberg here
It looks a lot more rural here than it really is
No hunting. But really, it’s suburbia, honest!
Someone had a really lousy day.
Lousy enough to make them very angry. But that didn’t change the fact this is a very dangerous road.
And the weathervane has gone down again
Apple’s on fire! … just kidding. Maybe Tony stopped by.
I passed by the House of Viza, but he was not there.
The flowers seem somehow much larger this spring.