(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
(May 26) I got off the 1 at the Christopher Street, Sheridan Square station. The rule I’ve been working from is to stop and photograph whatever public art I find in the station, whether it’s a planned stop or not.
(May 26) I needed to change at Whitehall, South Ferry and found another surprise.
(May 16) Going places, going places I didn’t intend to go, and going more places still.
I didn’t hear the announcement that my R was going to go express to 36th. Fortunately there were mosaics I hadn’t seen before at the end of the proverbial and literal tunnel.
These appear to be subway scenes from the 1940’s. I didn’t see a placard.
Then after picking up my notebook, it was back into Manhattan to the West Village heading for the library. Unfortunately I rode the subway and not the Ducati.
Took the F back through Carroll Gardens.
Then out to Port Jefferson the next day to witness the winding down of a 40 year business.
The next day on Union St., the strange sign had changed.
Subway travel mistakes turn into photo opportunities, if you have your camera.
There were a lot of mosaic pieces in this station complex.