And into October, my last month in Brooklyn for now…
This guy wasn’t annoying. That’s pretty good praise in regard to subway musicians. In theory some entertainment down there should be a good thing, but really, it’s not.
I’d been thinking about him again a lot, due to my impending move.
It really was been all about him for a long time.
This does not constitute proof that crazy sign person is not in fact, a zombie
Smith St. and I go way back. I used to pick up shampoo for my boss at the salon 2 doors down back in another life.
Since the subway system has been crawling with cops, it didn’t surprise me to see the mystery machine turned on at Union Square. I gather it sniffs the air for something, but that’s about all I know.
Then back out to the sawmill for a day to turn this walnut log into boards
This reminds me of this
Unfortunately a big part of the log had been ruined by carpenter ants
I finally got a good shot here on a swing through Park Slope.
September has been something to endure. And that’s being cheerful about it.
When the gate’s open, I step in for a few shots.
I keep meaning to just ask someone if I can come in.
I’d like to get shots of all of it before I move.
Crazy Sign Person went into re-runs.
I remember when summer meant marigolds
Speaking of memory, the night depository is a relic now, right?
Returning from the bank in the early morning, I saw an apple on the sidewalk.
Then I went out to Port Jefferson. I always walk to the LIRR now as well. My legs are cheaper and still more reliable than the subway.
Down the drain and on the street.
Hot Pink. Not the ideal way to keep Victoria’s Secret.
(June 13) Park Slope. I see gay people!
People were supposed to throw change into the flag.
I wish I could remember who these guys were.
The city wastes no time cleaning up. Traffic was right behind the street sweepers.
The non-event parts of June.
The strange sign person was feelin groovy.
Twitter was completely useless. Before Iran at least.
This still claimed not to be a urinal. The evidence still claimed otherwise.
There was honeysuckle in Port Jefferson.
There was an unexpected local view of the Empire State Building.
There were many trips to Port Jefferson to do nasty work.