(August 15) I met Tony at the Union Square farmer’s market to look at tomatoes. The mission was specifically about tomatoes, but also any other sort of business built around nature’s bounties.
There were a fair amount of tomatoes here, but none you’d call a bargain.
Other ideas came to mind as well.
I’d been thinking about this myself.
This seemed out of place somehow.
On sight, I thought “That’s gotta be a Gehry”, and indeed it is. I was unaware of either the building or who IAC was. Sorry Barry.
Looking out across the Hudson River
Functional public art. Have a seat next to Tony.
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.
(July 14) The rest of the trip to Williamsburg.
There’s a good view of the trains going across the bridge here.
Twilight settles over Manhattan
I love going to places with sidewalk seating
I’d love to have a place like this.
When I got back home, they were repainting this place
The non-event parts of June.
The strange sign person was feelin groovy.
Twitter was completely useless. Before Iran at least.
This still claimed not to be a urinal. The evidence still claimed otherwise.
There was honeysuckle in Port Jefferson.
There was an unexpected local view of the Empire State Building.
There were many trips to Port Jefferson to do nasty work.
(May 26) I stepped out of the subway, looked around, and this is what I found.
Of course when he said those things, he wasn’t President of the USA.