(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.
(June 26) Viza and I went to a presentation at the Marriott Marquis, and then afterward to cleanse ourselves of Times Square, we walked over to the High Line. I like the park, but it seems to me the view is more interesting than the park itself. I’m not sure if that’s what they intended or not.
You can still (barely) see the tracks
In 2010, it’s hard to imagine locomotives several stories overhead
New Jersey. You don’t want to go there. Nobody does.
I wonder what it costs to live in those apartments
While we were there, I counted dozens of cars, mostly cabs, running the stop sign.
The ExhibitionistStandard Hotel is built above the High Line and offers parkgoers a free peep show.
(May 31) Went back out to take in the event known as Manhattanhenge.
A small crowd gathered here at the bridge over 42nd St.
Back down at street level, slightly after the event
There’s a good view of the Chrysler Building here
And then it was over, until July.
(May 30) Scoping out a celestial event taking place on the 30th and the 31st.
The geese were on patrol, seeking their revenge on Capt. Sullenberger.
If I hadn’t missed it, I would have seen something here