(Dec 14) The Port Jefferson Dickens Festival was afoot. Those who wanted to look good went to see Nan for costumes.
December around here, starts with the Dickens Festival.
What are those adults asking for for Christmas? Mortage payments?
The tax collector’s office, now the Long Island Music Hall of Fame
of which there’s more than one among us
To Pete, this is called inventory.
(Oct 16) I got a few shots of the Midtown Tunnel with the ubercamera. Nothing special though.
I really need a better way to get these photos than through a dirty windshield.
(Oct 16) Pete took us to Central Park. I tried to shoot video. The camera has a feature which caused me to inadvertently snap ten stills. I uploaded them all because I thought the collection was “interesting”. Without further comment, here’s a few.
The finale of August was the attempted liquidation of the contents of two containers. The owners, a husband and wife died within a short time of each other, and the rent went unpaid, and at a certain point the containers and their contents became abandoned property.
There was a rather odd mix of things, but much of it was garbage that someone obviously believed would be worth something, someday.
It was sad to pick through, seeing so much money wasted on items designed to be collectible, including this tin and puzzle….
… full of 12 year old popcorn that looks frighteningly like fresh popcorn.
Additionally, there’s probably 750-1000 LP albums in various condition.
Wrapping up August was another trip to …
Pete wanted me to take his picture next to that tree. So here it is.
Pete knows this girl from his trips to the park without me. I don’t remember her name.
This poor kid was swallowed whole by a bubble. Nobody tried to save him, they all just watched him get devoured.
The re-becoming something is well underway
But not without a little street time first. (it’s a video)