(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’
(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
(July 31) My reversion back from Brooklyn will soon be complete. It is time to leave Ronkonkoma, after a difficult eight months. I would say I’d worn out my welcome after six months, but that would imply I was ever really welcome.
By the LIRR crossing, a thistle grows.
The distinctive shade is kind of a tacky color though, and the spikes are sharp and unpleasant.
(June 12) Needed to go for a walk. It was too late to go grocery shopping, so I went behind the train station this time, and kept going.
When I was a kid, this was just a dipshit train station. Now it’s the end of the electrified line, and it’s a huge complex.
Time has not passed easily here in the wastelands.
Those of a certain age or those who’ve worked there recognize this as part of a long line of items bearing this (informal?) company motto.
Radio City has been on the verge of going under for at least 40 years now.
Cablevision owns everything but the building itself now, I presume this will be the last change before it slips into oblivion.
I pruned the deadwood and it showed its appreciation by blooming.
I bought this rose bush for my mother as a child. It now languishes on the side of my father’s house. As do I.