(Sep 2) The long tyranny of August led into a short September, whereupon I had to move, yet again. As I write this, in February, it appears I will be moving again before summer, and quite possibly soon. I really don’t know why I bother packing and unpacking anymore.
I made a point to catch sunset at the train station.
It’s times like this that the camera shines compared to all of my previous digital cameras.
I’ve noted that I seem to be seeking out overhead views. This is inevitably a problem since I don’t have access to many.
Its lights turned out to be overwhelmingly bright.
Perhaps you just can’t film an oncoming train in twilight.
When it got closer than this, the lights overwhelmed the photos.
Someone waiting on the platform probably means that same train is going to roll back into the station westbound in few minutes.
(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.
(November 14) Last night in Port Jefferson. Last-minute packing ensues.
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.
The first morning in my new place, I awoke thinking a plane hit the house. Less traumatically, that’s how I woke up for weeks from the house house shaking from vehicle collisions with the potholes outside my window.
Those didn’t look like much even up close, but when the trucks rolled through them… oh boy.
Main Street, on an August early Friday evening
Some things are almost exactly as they were five years ago
Guess someone makes money from it