(May 13) DEC retraining credits are being obtained.
Construction is apparently underway here on Queens Boulevard.
The Boulevard of Death shows no sign of where its nickname comes from at this hour on a Sunday morning.
(Jan 18) Somehow, between my last post and this one, I apparently took 100 photos I didn’t save. I’m quite sure I have no idea what that’s about. I revisited some familiar places.
The house where Billy chased his Kong
Things come and go, and and come and go again
The building in the foreground is new, it just doesn’t feel like change.
A former housemate puts the Will G. stickers up. He says it is to honor his son, which is of course a nonsense excuse for defacing things. But for those in the know, it expresses how much he misses his kid.
Go and Stop. A metaphor for my life.
(Jan 8) Suddenly, nothing happened. I am still in Port Jefferson, apparently for the year. But it doesn’t feel like home either.
I don’t really remember what was here.
(Dec 31) The end of 2011. I will not miss it. If the year had a theme, it was the treachery of the NYLUG coup, and that I moved again, and that I’ve had a car under my feet instead of the pavement. That last one’s been taking some getting used to still.
(Aug 29) The never-ending August continues. Having gone right from the house to Cedar Beach, I next went left to Cordwood Landing County Park. It is a strange place with a path that’s hard to follow. Is this tl;dv; ? (view) I took around 300 photos, so I’m only posting about a sixth of them. Five pages to click through.
As so often we do, our journey begins with a sign.
Vivid.
Unfortunately I don’t remember exactly what the difference is.
Additional guidance provided by the sawhorse.
No, that’s not the clubhouse in the park.
It already feels like it gets dark early.
Exhibit B. I think I like B better.
We continue our journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of …