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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(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
How inviting
This undoubtedly is a Jim Power mosaic.
When these churches went up, they were probably the tallest things around. Today, they seem small indeed.
Patriotism meets Halloween
A relic that will doubtless soon be gone
Passing through the farmer’s market
The statue of Andy Warhol for no apparent reason
Empire, revealed
What have we here?
The hoax of the day
This faux rat probably ended the day stolen
Then back to the land of ‘meh’
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(Oct 29) No Halloween Parade (again). Maybe next year.
Behind the windshield
Art?
Or litter?
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And into October, my last month in Brooklyn for now…
This guy wasn’t annoying. That’s pretty good praise in regard to subway musicians. In theory some entertainment down there should be a good thing, but really, it’s not.
I’d been thinking about him again a lot, due to my impending move.
It really was been all about him for a long time.
This does not constitute proof that crazy sign person is not in fact, a zombie
Smith St. and I go way back. I used to pick up shampoo for my boss at the salon 2 doors down back in another life.
Since the subway system has been crawling with cops, it didn’t surprise me to see the mystery machine turned on at Union Square. I gather it sniffs the air for something, but that’s about all I know.
Then back out to the sawmill for a day to turn this walnut log into boards
This reminds me of this
Unfortunately a big part of the log had been ruined by carpenter ants
I finally got a good shot here on a swing through Park Slope.
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September has been something to endure. And that’s being cheerful about it.
When the gate’s open, I step in for a few shots.
I keep meaning to just ask someone if I can come in.
I’d like to get shots of all of it before I move.
Crazy Sign Person went into re-runs.
I remember when summer meant marigolds
Speaking of memory, the night depository is a relic now, right?
Returning from the bank in the early morning, I saw an apple on the sidewalk.
I looked up.
Then I went out to Port Jefferson. I always walk to the LIRR now as well. My legs are cheaper and still more reliable than the subway.
It rained. It was apropos.
Wet. Scattered. Metaphor.
Down the drain and on the street.
Hot Pink. Not the ideal way to keep Victoria’s Secret.
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(May 16) I needed to go for a walk.
I was feeling crabby, but I had a better day than these guys.
I went to Chinatown.
Where you can still get a $5 haircut.
It’s a very interesting neighborhood, and I haven’t seen much of it yet.
I think this is the neighborhood signpost.
As usual, dusk was settling into evening.
This seemed to have captured everyone’s attention.
The Hong Kong Supermarket had burned down.
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