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Better Than Real Because It's Not.
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(Aug 19) It was on this trip that I realized a few things. One was that walking provided most of the inspiration for photo-taking. The other was (related to the first) that I may have finally gotten a nice camera but at the wrong time in my life. Knowing my time here was short, I hit the street.
I started out…
This road is indeed long and winding.
I’d intended to go all the way to the harbor.
It ends in Mt. Sinai at Cedar Beach.
Oh poison ivy, I curse your very existence. You other ivy are ok though.
Keep in mind though, this is suburbia. None of this is wild.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not nice.
What the streets are made of.
Unfortunately I didn’t get far before stepping in poison ivy, upon which I hurried back home to wash.
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(Jun 12) It’s called a Tulip Tree, and I’m told its wood is hard and straight. Probably used for ship’s masts.
Unfortunately I can take dozens of photos with this camera and still not be able to tell if they’re all blurry or not until it’s too late.
The next day, a storm obliterated the blooms.
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From a walk to the grocery store along the LIRR tracks.
Unintentional Rebar Sculpture
These run the length of the LIRR station, which being the end of the electric service, is quite long.
MTA spelling sign fail.
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The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
The sign changed again.
I am not a fan even.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.
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(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.
The haul.
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