(August 14) And finally… the footbridge.
This bridge crosses just about everything except the water.
Had it been further back, it would have crossed that as well.
And down the other side. I found these steps particularly difficult to climb because of their layout.
Nobody expects robots in the Bronx.
The outside of the Hunts Point Ave. 6 Station.
They should have spent more money on the inside of the station instead of the outside.
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
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.