(August 14) Finally approaching the footbridge, artwork caught my eye. I diverted, to discover the Bronx Charter School for the Arts.
It’s not the hole in his chest, or his extracted heart that causes his anguish. It’s the sign on his head.
Keep off the grass you lousy kids!
(August 14) A couple of weeks ago, I’d figured to save time by walking to my customer one stop away on the local 6 train from the express 6 I’d gotten off of at Hunt’s Point Ave. It turned out to be a terrible mistake from that perspective, but I decided to go back with my camera, which I strangely hadn’t brought with me on the previous occasion.
You can see the footbridge, which turned out to be the focus of the traveling I needed to do.
No, the obelisk isn’t peeing, it’s a fountain.
Walking back toward the footbridge, I passed over the Bronx River on another bridge.
There’s several views here I don’t get from where I usually cross this river.
You can see the sky reflecting off the water.
Down in the water, there were thousands of fish.
That’s not an oil slick, that’s a lot of fish down there.
Still in use from the looks of it.
This one is a serious view-buster
Wherever there’s train tracks, there will be tagging, which pre-dates the Intertubes.
Viza informs me these are Amtrak’s tracks.
(May 30) Scoping out a celestial event taking place on the 30th and the 31st.
The geese were on patrol, seeking their revenge on Capt. Sullenberger.
If I hadn’t missed it, I would have seen something here
(May 26) One theme that may or may not be apparent here is that I’ve been photographing a lot of controversies. This exhibit became controversial within days of being removed after having been installed months ago, thanks to the presence of a piece representing someone portraying themselves as Che Guevara.
The image of Che is still controversial it seems.
You’d never guess this given what a pop culture symbol his face had become.
(May 26) I got off the 1 at the Christopher Street, Sheridan Square station. The rule I’ve been working from is to stop and photograph whatever public art I find in the station, whether it’s a planned stop or not.