(Mar 27) Back to the city. In and out, very quickly. Most trips there end up like that now.
The LIRR windows are never clean
(Feb 7) To the city and back.
I wait, and watch the cars go by
Until it arrives, and I depart.
(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.
(Sep 2) The long tyranny of August led into a short September, whereupon I had to move, yet again. As I write this, in February, it appears I will be moving again before summer, and quite possibly soon. I really don’t know why I bother packing and unpacking anymore.
I made a point to catch sunset at the train station.
It’s times like this that the camera shines compared to all of my previous digital cameras.
I’ve noted that I seem to be seeking out overhead views. This is inevitably a problem since I don’t have access to many.
Its lights turned out to be overwhelmingly bright.
Perhaps you just can’t film an oncoming train in twilight.
When it got closer than this, the lights overwhelmed the photos.
Someone waiting on the platform probably means that same train is going to roll back into the station westbound in few minutes.