(Jun 15) This photoblog now bids adieu to the Sony DSC-N2 I bought in a rush to replace the short-lived Sony whatever that came after the Sony Minidisc, which came after the Kodak somethingorother. My main concern when buying the N2 was that Billy was nearing the end of his days.
Also… I have the use of a car. Photographically, this sort of changes everything.
But first, from the phone one night.
The park around the corner. Still haven’t figured out what the deal with it is.
Now that St. Vincent’s is closed, I wonder what happens to the monuments?
Construction in the city happens at a glacial pace.
(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.
I’m not feeling this like I used to, but I go because Pete wants to, and I need to escape every now and then.
I walk down here a lot, even when I don’t have a train to catch.
Among other things, I like to reassure myself I can escape suburbia.
The next day it was off to the park.
Failure of what was recently the most profitable restaurant in the United States.
They weren’t bad, if I recall correctly.
Unlike most days, it wasn’t crowded.
Pete’s been going to the park almost obsessively lately. Most of the time I go with him. The only problem with it is you can’t let your mind wander much. The bicyclists are the victims on the streets of NYC, but in Central Park, they’re pretty much the sole perpetrators of all unsafe conditions faced by everyone else.
One more trip out east to deliver firewood. Not what most out of towners think of when someone says the Hamptons.
It doesn’t often get cold enough here for ice skating
The area is strewn with modern art brought in or made by Manhattanites
There are though still farms of various kinds
And bits of times gone by remain.