The Oldsmobile of Old

I love coming across scenarios like these; not just an old automobile, but an scene out of time.  Without engaging in much scrutiny, this could almost be Bensonhurst, 1978 (my estimation based on my limited knowledge of automobiles).  John Travolta anyone?

The Red Hook within our Veins

There are few things more pleasing to a lens than oxidized iron, and its alloys.  We all get to enjoy the benefits of it, and I'm not just referring to its aesthetic value; without it, we would be deceased.  The same iron oxide that consumes this structure delivers the oxygen we breathe to where its needed within each of us; unless of course, you're Vulcan, then a photo of a copper roof would be much more appropriate.  Not to get sidetracked here, this structure is one of the rapidly disappearing relics of Red Hook's past and sits near the Gowanus Expressway.

A City of Children

    (Taken at the Marcy Avenue subway station in Williamsburg)

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 Minimalism

"Post no bills" may be in full force, by there are always loopholes.  Stenciled hearts on deep blue plywood temporary walls, sidewalks and wide-angle lenses, and mild summer weather all went into this post today.  Its should be noted that this was photographed in Queens, not Boston.

In Competition With Vices

(Taken on Astoria Blvd, near 31st Street.)

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.

Squalid

Pigeons and many other of its avian brethren do indeed make fabulous, dysfunctional hoarders.  So much so, that they can rival humanity's ability to do so.  I will say that there are many rewards that await you if you just look up and around every now and then as you walk.  This is not one of those, but there is always inherent risk in any endeavor.  Taken in Queens Plaza.

Signs of Life

Native to Newtown Creek, this fish, the Graffitus Anoxicus has made many leaps over the decades an can now survive in concrete.  Taken under the Pulaski Bridge on the Queens side.

Under It

With all the the new bike lanes being implemented all over Brooklyn, I still feel much safer walking.  Between oblivious drivers, drivers resentful of the new lane's existence, uninformed cyclists who don't understand proper operation of a bicycle in the urban setting, people who park their cars in them, oblivious pedestrians,  and joggers that utilize them, it shows how new much of urban America has to go to get acquainted to these new lanes.  Taken under the BQE in Williamsburg.

Semi-Secret Passage

Semi-secret as in seen by many, but not readily accessible.  There's a spot of the West End line in Brooklyn, near Sunset Park when the D train enters a fragmented set of tunnels before it becomes elevated.  I was lucky enough to have a nice mix of filthy train car windows and rain give serve as a nice texture to enhance the photograph's mood.

Transit Greeting

Getting ready to start my morning commute, I was greeted by this, which is just begging to be photographed by yours truly.

Train Bomb

Train has been suspended, pending graffiti removal.

A Little Maintenance

Taken from Broadway on Williamsburg’s south side.

The Wicked Witch of the Mosquito Metropolis

From the looks of the tires, they appear to be in decent shape; I hope the mosquito larvae appreciates them.  Taken under the Pulaski Bridge on the Queens side.

The Bus Stop Creep

Ever feel like your being watched at the bus stop?  Taken on Flushing Avenue, near Bushwick in Brooklyn.

Partial Skyline: Colorful and a Little Trashy

A faint Williamsburg Bridge in the distance.

Sweet Tooth for Ghost Ads

Who can resist these old ghost signs and ads?  Taken on the South Side of Williamsburg, near Marcy and 5th.

Graffiti Up High in Soho

A public service announcement.

The Ability to Remain Vigilant and Wage War

Best Hou ekeeping

I always love a good game of store front hangman, this time it was on Avenue A on the Lower East Side, bordering the East Village.

Live on Cacti

Meet the only member of the Cactaceae family that is native to Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

The Canal Street Experience

This photo is a dirty, rusty, gritty, and a little crooked...Just like the real thing!