(Feb 7) To the city and back.
I wait, and watch the cars go by
Until it arrives, and I depart.
(Jan 29) Living just around the corner from the old ‘hood, it seemed odd not to have returned, ubercamera in hand. I retraced some familiar steps, saw more things that are very different and haven’t changed.
But first, for most of you, if you look really closely…
This is what pseudoreal really looks like
This view, hasn’t changed a bit
I walked here with Billy countless times
The power plant hasn’t changed either
Before I moved into this neighborhood the first time, this was part of my rollerblading course
Now it’s just part of the past
(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.