(October 10) Having avoided them for fear of death from age eight until last year, Tony has developed quite a thing for the apple since discovering they don’t trigger his food allergies. With that in mind, we set out on a quest for pommes.
According to Tony, you’re looking at the only espresso on the east coast worth drinking.
After a false start, we found apples to pick from trees (and not baskets).
The more I look at these photos, the more they remind me of my childhood.
Of course the wild apples of my childhood weren’t fit to eat, but they looked vaguely similar.
Apples everywhere. Despite the brisk business, it’s hard to believe they make enough now for the year.
Tony’s so happy he almost exploded.
It’s quite a view to have from your backyard.
All I could think was “Who is Peg Leg Bates?
This pothole took out the mighty Volvo.
Tony was just relieved no apples were harmed, though two tires were blown out.
Hah hah hah. The hook up, eh? Not quite what springs to mind.
(September 11) This year, I had the same camera as last year, but in the end I decided to go take some photos again this year, and Viza was looking for an excuse to get out of the house, so he came along with me. In the third year I’ve been around to see the lights, I already know that the ideal forecast is party cloudy, and this year we were lucky.
Outside the fire station on Carroll & Bond
Viza and I wait for the subway
I literally heard this scene calling out to be photographed. Is that how it works for people with talent? I’ve always wondered.
Seven years later, there’s still a whole lotta nothing here
The sages of the World Trade Center speak to us
(September 6) I had never been to Astroland in Coney Island, and on the day before it is apparently this this time for reals, closing, I decided to go get photos. In the rain. I thought there was something apropos about the remnants of a large storm blowing through at the end.
The Cyclone and the Wonder Wheel have landmark protection and will remain. Not sure how that’s going to work out.
I shared the boardwalk with maybe a half dozen other people.
This is probably where Tony_M went to play as a child.
Oddly enough, I ran into the architect of the US economy for the past 30 years. You’d have thought he had more important things to do right around now.
The rocket to somewhere, but not back to here.
As previously noted, the gift shop marks the end of the event.
And so thus ends our tour of of world famous Astroland on the Coney Island boardwalk.
Heading back to the subway, I passed what I think is the Nathan’s mothership
And their Countdown to Gluttony
Back out into the rain on Smith St.
I suppose the rain is good for something
This cone has known better days. I understand how it feels.
Somehow, really don’t think the Gowanus Canal has any chance of being non-toxic any time in the foreseeable future.
(September 3) The parts of my life that generally go off without a hitch are those whose dates and times are well established long in advance. Primarily these are Python workshops and Dorkbot meetings. This month they were on consecutive days.
One of the presenters is a shape-shifter.
After Dorkbot, I finally got a replacement shot for an image I’d put into masthead image rotation. I liked the original shot, but I’d taken it from the wrong angle, and it had a fuzziness that I grew not to care for.
Cue the Burt Bacharach, hurricane season is in full swing.
Speaking of rain…
First time I’ve ever seen a rat on the platform itself.
This probably leads to The Penguin’s lair.
The woman on the right stepped in front of everyone when the train stopped at Canal St.
She then stepped over a stroller with a baby in it and cut off an old woman trying to exit the train.
I nominate her for worst person in New York City.