Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Late Night Airport Run
Like the bus above, I've been tracking quite a but of miles in this area as of late. The reasons are all self evident for I was leaving work at night, which leaves me less time to diversify the locations in which I photograph. Looking down Hoyt Street and Grand Central Parkway towards the Triborough Bridge in Astoria, Queens.
Monday, August 20, 2012
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.
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
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.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Steam and Burning Plastics, The Astoria Truck Fire of 8/16/2012
Here I am, walking through Astoria on my lunch break, trying to decide what would be pleasing to the pallet, when I detected a stench most foul. I look up and spot several firefighters tending tending to an engulfed, parked NYC DOT utility truck. Many of the pedestrians in the area were trying to decide whether to gawk or escape the acrid aroma of auto parts in last stage combustion, with camera in hand, the choice for me was clear, souvlaki would have to wait.
I say with admiration that these guys do a job that I, and most people, are not at all cut out for.
By the time I got to the other side of Astoria Blvd, the fire department had made short of the blaze, but were still charged with having to pry open every smoldering nook and cranny. With the heat and stench, imagine the fun they must be having on a hot summer day.
I say with admiration that these guys do a job that I, and most people, are not at all cut out for.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Big Platform Tablet Chill
(Commuter relaxing with an Ipad in the Court Street Station, Brooklyn Heights)
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?
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
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.
Best Value Shopping // Low Clearance
Personally, I find tiny, interlinkable minutiae to completely irresistible If there were some kind of desire in play to lure me into an ambush, all one would have to do is stage an elaborate scene that could be sandwiched into a title.
This area we are looking at here is 61st and Roosevelt in Woodside, Queens, a significant transit location. Transit options include the LIRR, 7 Train, multiple bus lines, and is only two stops away from the larger Jackson Heights-Roosevelt station at 74th, providing access to all the Queens Blvd trains (E,F,M,R) and more bus routes.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Blue Sky Astoria
My 10mm wide angle lens has been sitting idle for way too long. I began to image it pleading from my gear bag, "please take me to Queens with you". My options were to either (a). grab the lens or (b). seek the services of a psychiatrist. Option (a) was decidedly the more economic and convenient choice. So here is my blue sky neuroleptic substitute for today, a scene from 31st Street in Astoria.
Monday, August 13, 2012
I, Standpipe
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
A Fertile Mother by the Sea
Its impossible to determine how much of these are actually hers. Equally impossible to determine (for me at least) is if she isn't in fact a he, but that possible revelation doesn't mesh well with this post's title, which I'm unduly proud of. So here she is, the hardworking, dedicated mother of (x)^n chicks. Taken in the Edgemere area of The Rockaways.
'In Relation to' Map
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
Haunted by the Ghost of Dead Bedbugs
They are amassing and large quantities of gelatinous substances a forming under the streets. A hideous painting laying in wait in a Manhattan museum is being tapped for its havoc wreaking services. Bedbugs strike chords of tension in even the most jaded New Yorker, but they haven't seen anything until a fog of ectoplasmic nymphs descend upon us all.
This is a photograph taken near Queens Plaza with a new experimental technique I've been testing.
This is a photograph taken near Queens Plaza with a new experimental technique I've been testing.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Long Island City, Fast Tracked
(Original neighborhood structures overshadowed by Citi Tower and other large scale construction)
(Queens Plaza at night)
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.
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.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
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.
Brooklyn Heights Style
One of the few well preserved of classic New York City transit minutiae. Taken at the Montague Street entrance of the Court Street subway station.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Ghosty Train Traffic
These behemoth girders for the ascent of the railway that spans the Hellgate Bridge in Astoria. These tracks carry the traffic of Acela, standard Amtrak stock, and freight. This is but one piece of the Northeastern Corridor infrastructure, which in turn is one of the only viable interurban commuter rail networks in the United States.
A Sun Sets on Queens
A beautiful sunset descending upon the city as I left from a late day at work, luckily, I decided to bring my camera along. Racing the sunset through Astoria and Long Island City using the N Train to gain different perspectives is only one of the things I will do to get my photographs.
Queensboro Plaza and Bridge.
Astoria Blvd Station looking toward Long Island City.
Generic rooftop silhouettes and the sky.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
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.
Monday, August 6, 2012
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