(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.
(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.
(February 16) NYLUG night.
Formerly the Greenwich Savings Bank,
Dogs, you say?
For some reason this shot makes me think of The Night Stalker.
(October 31) Went to see Ruth. The host had a doorman this time. I walked the 40 blocks to save $4.50, and none of the return trains took tickets, so the total cost of the trip… $10.75.
But this is new (to me)… presumably not named after the gay alien on American Dad
(October 23) To the city I go again. This time my travels bring me to 42nd St.
What for me, is becoming an obligatory shot.
The prelude to an unintended pregnancy.