Multiple Computer FAIL.
They follow directions excellently.
I missed the train by less than 60 seconds. Yay.
What lurks beyond the wire grate?
Yesterday, I was back out on Long Island after a sleepless night. Today it reached 63 degrees.
Leaving Jamaica, for what’s old is what’s new
Coming back to Jamaica, to my new island home.
It said BRODAWAY until Gothamist got involved the other day
Meh.
I was back in familiar territory.
Other than the car that’s parked where the lawn used to be,
it looks almost the same as when I lived here.
Having grown up in suburbia, it wasn’t until I left it that I realized,
snow shoveling as day labor is a suburban phenomenon.
The snow makes the ordinary seem more interesting, more intimate in a way,
by blocking out background.
Meanwhile, underground, the stalactites are the least scary part of a Broadway station
on the G line that looks like it’s going to disintegrate.
It’s hard to get high shots in this city. The trains and bridges provide most of the free ones.
Speaking of snow, I miss Billy.
(All from Jan 9) Happy Fucking New Year.
I should have photographed the ruts the vehicle made in the lawn.
This had to cost someone a pretty penny.
A brief stop for some laughs with the lovely Lindsay.
Apparently the automated line has fancy video displays.
I’m sure the Windows2000 that runs the train appreciates the visual.
(October 24 & November 19) I’ve been spending a lot more time in Port Jefferson than I really care to. The commuting isn’t cheap either. Though it has changed quite a bit from my personal standpoint, in most ways, it’s exactly the same, except a little worse for wear.
Apparently morons, dumb, and the uneducated no longer have to stop here,
which is good since they weren’t stopping before.
Change comes slowly to the LIRR.
Especially west of the station.
The weathervane succumbed to a storm.