(Nov 24) Coasting through November. The only event is my root canal covered here previously, has broken in half, within weeks of its three year anniversary.
Things have been slow here, from my perspective.
The last harvest, other than peanuts
(Aug 1) The second half of my trip from downtown to Penn Station.
The suburban hydrants are all painted yellow. I like this better.
Even the buildings want to be loved
This undoubtedly is a Jim Power mosaic.
When these churches went up, they were probably the tallest things around. Today, they seem small indeed.
A relic that will doubtless soon be gone
Passing through the farmer’s market
The statue of Andy Warhol for no apparent reason
This faux rat probably ended the day stolen
Then back to the land of ‘meh’
(Aug 1) A trip to see a client downtown. I walked back up Broadway as I have many times before, knowing this time, like the other times, would be different from any other time.
Seen passing through Jamaica Station… WTF.
They abbreviate all the bad things. Coincidence?
I need to find out what this is
It’s still a surprise anything ever got started
I set out after visiting a client, and passed through City Hall Park
Thomas Schütte
“Memorial for Unknown Artist”
Elmgreen & Dragset
“It’s Never Too Late to Say Sorry”
I left the park, heading up Broadway….
Beverly Pepper
“Manhattan Sentinels”
(Jun 25) June ends with first harvest.
My first vegetable of the season
Through the shielding from wind glass
My travels in NYC have become rather limited
(Feb 7) To the city and back.
I wait, and watch the cars go by
Until it arrives, and I depart.