(May 25) The end of this journey and the return home.
I thought these were all gone.
I thought this was a very Memorial Day weekend shot
Still, and for the foreseeable future, the tallest building in Brooklyn
Yes indeed, the Gowanus are some dirty waters.
(May 16) Going places, going places I didn’t intend to go, and going more places still.
I didn’t hear the announcement that my R was going to go express to 36th. Fortunately there were mosaics I hadn’t seen before at the end of the proverbial and literal tunnel.
These appear to be subway scenes from the 1940’s. I didn’t see a placard.
Then after picking up my notebook, it was back into Manhattan to the West Village heading for the library. Unfortunately I rode the subway and not the Ducati.
Took the F back through Carroll Gardens.
Then out to Port Jefferson the next day to witness the winding down of a 40 year business.
The next day on Union St., the strange sign had changed.
Monday. Back out to Port Jeff, then Back to Brooklyn, and then…
The last trip of a long day begins.
She’s the queen of the apartment.