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Monday, August 27, 2012
This next section reveals a small, but complicated piece of NYC Transit lore. Some of the terms used here may seem somewhat esoteric to people who aren't familiar with the basics of New York City Subway system history. There is a series in the works in which I will discuss, in further detail, some of the fascinating history of the system and its development. But until then, all that really needs to be communicated at this point is that much work has been done over the last several decades to try to unify the subway system. In many ways, however, the system is still a hodgepodge of of different lines created by competing and conflicting interests.
One doesn't have to look very hard to see evidence of this. The most conspicuous clues that are readily evident are details like how the system is separated into an A Division (fomerly IRT, Routes with numbers) and a B Division (formerly IND, BMT, Routes with letters), which have completely different train sizes. Or some of the awkward ways in which transfers are made within connected stations. The junction above, however, is more subtle, and is resultant from dual contracts, and deconstruction and reconstitution of old transit lines.
This junction is where the 1) IND Rockaway Line, 2) IND Fulton Street Line, and 3) BMT Fulton Street Line.
1. IND Rockaway Line: Originally part of the Long Island Rail Road System (more on that at a later date), which was rehabilitation and adapted to fully connect the Rockaway Peninsula into the subway system.
2. IND Fulton Street Line: Originally part of the Independent Subway System, beginning in downtown Brooklyn and went to East New York. Much of it was built during the 1930's and 1940's. In the late 1950's, this line was connected to this junction.
3. BMT Fulton Street Line: Formerly an elevated line which was operated by the Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit Corp., that spanned Fulton Street. Most of it was demolished however, and the only remaining section runs along Liberty Avenue From 80th-Hudson Street to Ozone Park-Lefferts Blvd, which was integrated into the IND Fulton Line via this junction.
In short, any peak time Brooklyn/Queens bound A Trains all travel the same route along the Fulton Line until it reaches this point, after which one train may continue along the even older, elevated Fulton Line, or it heads to the Rockaways. I really enjoyed talking up this single photo, and I hope you, the reader enjoyed it as well.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
This phenomenon is a very old story. I only freelance part time and have a different stream of regular income, but artists of any kind are frequently propositioned in ways that relate much to panhandling. Although the man in this story is not of the highers classes, but this is indeed how wealthy people beg. Some upper class organization will offer you publicity, exposure, and a chance to socialize with them and all you have to do is hand over your hard work that keeps you sustained.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Welcome to the continuation of the Queens infrastructure marathon, to ensure diversification enjoyment, I managed to make it out of Astoria and appear in nearby Woodside. What would have made this shot really awesome, is if some retro cars would have happened to have been parked here on Roosevelt Avenue. I really can't complain, the rusty steel girders and rivets are satisfying in their own right.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
A vexed mother flings an uncooperative child on the seat next to where I sit on a public subway bench. Before I continue, it should be said stated that with the exception of a few children in my life that are dear to me, most kids seem to be quite astute to locating every last nerve of my being, then jabbing at them with an olive fork. Within the first sixty seconds of being seated next to me, I was jabbed four times with a right elbow and kicked three times with a right foot. By one minute, thirty seconds of the encounter, a small whiffle ball was dropped in my lap, which then rolled and fell under the bench. Before I could lean forward and assist in the retrieval the ball, an awkward moment occurred when the child rushed to the ground on all fours, digging between my feet. I looked to my left to see the parent's indifferent expression, followed by an equally indifferent shrug. I then looked right to appreciate this tag.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The amount of people obliviously chilling with tablets and other pricey consumer electronics on crowded public transit is shocking to me. Every time I hear somebody express any kind of angst over the possibilities of being mugged, or more laughably, pick pocketed, I sigh. Why would a thief, these days, get that up close and personal, incurring risk, when a quick grab and shove would work smashingly? What is worse, Wifi is being implemented in select stations around the city, which will only serve to generate even fatter, fruit, which is not only low hanging, but touching the ground. Even the MTA is starting to place PSAs in stations, trains, and buses addressing this issue.
Even though I blog frequently and am present on multiple social networks, anyone who really knows me can tell you that I refuse to plugged in 24 hours a day; I don't own a tablet or a smart phone. I only state this as a matter of disclosure and am by no means some Luddite, technophobe, suggesting one pry their face from their gadgets; I just pleading a case for the exercise of common sense. One wouldn't casually brandish $600.00 in cash with one hand on their commute, why do so with a device of equal value?
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
There are vices and then there are vices. The vices illustrated above are functional in character and while may cause harm to a sufferer in the long term, one can still perform their day to day duties. My personal vices are of a similar type and include (but are not limited to) donuts and Star Trek; while these vices have been known to affect my social life from time to time, I've never been compelled to sell my first born or live in abject squalor as a result. As for coffee and cigarettes? I never touch the stuff.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
I am sentient.
I am self aware.
I might save your ass one day.
Although a ubiquitous feature within the subway system, this specific one was encountered on the G Train platform of the Court Square station in Long Island City.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
In the pursuit of that special (or not so special) someone, you may get on or off (or merely make a transfer) at one of these stops. Loathing and apathy are conspicuously absent and could not be reach for comment.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
This is a photograph taken near Queens Plaza with a new experimental technique I've been testing.
Friday, August 10, 2012
If one were to continue up north past streets like 21st or Crescent Streets, it would be clear the development is in its earlier stages when compared to the neighborhoods southern section. They would see large amounts of light industry like auto repair shops, a large bakery that makes the entire area smell like a hot loaf of bread, and of course, Queensbridge, the largest public housing complex in the United States. One would also notice the large amounts of newer, more affordable, hotels that have been constructed, who's rates can be more than half that of hotels in Manhattan.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Thursday, August 2, 2012
I’m standing somewhere in what is the Astoria Blvd subway station/Hoyt Avenue/Grand Central Pkwy Infrastructure Sandwich in Astoria. Its an early commute, and even though I’m a zombie at 5:30 in the morning, I can still take a photo.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Cupcake shops seem to becoming quite ubiquitous these day. Sporting views of fire escapes, neon signs, tree lined streets, and the Empire State Building, Little Cupcake Bakeshop features an orgasmic urban view. Being the pastry fan that I am, you definitely won’t receive any laments here, I do however, wish more decent donut spots were around.
I suppose, no matter the activity, there are always ways to innovate and increase productivity. I find myself wondering size of her (and many others I see) rake. Depending on how efficiently she can collect in an hour’s time, several times a week, she could very well have a more stable (tax-free, straight cash homey) income than the freelancing efforts of yours truly. Taken in Little Italy.
Monday, July 30, 2012
I will be the first to admit that I am not exactly a fashionable guy. I'm a person that keeps identical copies of the same (usually black in color) outfit for efficiency's sake.
There is however, one thing I do know. The slender guy on the left can pull off horizontal stripes, the hefty gentleman on the right, cannot. As a man who is somewhat circumferentially challenged, the fact that horizontal stripes add multiple reference points to your unflattering curves is instinctual. Then again, the sweat pants is highly indicative that he probably doesn't, in fact, give a shit.
If you are that person that wears horizontal stripes and shouldn’t and you still choose to ignore my plea, have a dose of color inversion.
Yeah, thought so.