(Aug 29) The never-ending August continues. Having gone right from the house to Cedar Beach, I next went left to Cordwood Landing County Park. It is a strange place with a path that’s hard to follow. Is this tl;dv; ? (view) I took around 300 photos, so I’m only posting about a sixth of them. Five pages to click through.
As so often we do, our journey begins with a sign.
Vivid.
Unfortunately I don’t remember exactly what the difference is.
Additional guidance provided by the sawhorse.
No, that’s not the clubhouse in the park.
It already feels like it gets dark early.
Exhibit B. I think I like B better.
We continue our journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of …
(Aug 23) It is still August on this photoblog (forever?).
I start again, down Harbor Beach Road.
The harbor in Harbor Beach Road
One of the many birds in the area.
There are a variety of different “views” here.
Where it all began. I learned and scraped here.
I’ve been trying to get a bee in flight forever.
I’ve never seen anyone actually sitting here.
In all these years, I’ve never been on this path before.
It’s just like this one!
Yet one more place nature is prohibited from nature.
Someone perhaps didn’t get the memo
This place is in many ways the opposite of the WTC
And then back out toward home.
I like how this looked from the street
Even going on estimates with Pete beats spending all day in my little room. As does cleaning out containers.
For sale. Contents of two containers. About 1000 LP albums. Inquire Within.
This will be the new default image for Benevolence Reloaded
(August 14) A couple of weeks ago, I’d figured to save time by walking to my customer one stop away on the local 6 train from the express 6 I’d gotten off of at Hunt’s Point Ave. It turned out to be a terrible mistake from that perspective, but I decided to go back with my camera, which I strangely hadn’t brought with me on the previous occasion.
You can see the footbridge, which turned out to be the focus of the traveling I needed to do.
No, the obelisk isn’t peeing, it’s a fountain.
Walking back toward the footbridge, I passed over the Bronx River on another bridge.
There’s several views here I don’t get from where I usually cross this river.
You can see the sky reflecting off the water.
Down in the water, there were thousands of fish.
That’s not an oil slick, that’s a lot of fish down there.
Still in use from the looks of it.
This one is a serious view-buster
Wherever there’s train tracks, there will be tagging, which pre-dates the Intertubes.
Viza informs me these are Amtrak’s tracks.
(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.
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