Okay, so I’ll try to get back in the rhythm of posting buildings and such.
I’ve been working on and off for Trinity Church, at the intersection of Wall Street and Broadway. This was the episcopal church in NYC in the 18th century, so it is not a big surprise that there are some fairly big names buried in the yard. For example, Alexander Hamilton [click to engorge grossly]:
I guess he was more of the sex-toy of his country than the father of his country.
Apparently there was some nuke testing in Jersey City around dusk today.
Click to engorge.
Note that those are three old office buildings you’re seeing out the window. Click to engorge.
Some nice pix of the subway from the era when I was taking the 7 and 6 trains from Flushing to school. Some are a bit staged, but the levels of graffiti and poor lighting are accurate.
Went apple-picking up the Hudson two weekends ago in the drizzle. Mini__B was fixated on the trees, I was looking at the clover.
Mini__B, like all kids his age, is a walking petri dish. He sleeps through the night just fine except when he’s got a cold, which seems to be half of the time. So both Mrs__B and I have spent any number of nights with him on his bed.
One recent such night, he woke up first and decided to wake me by kissing me on the cheek, rather than his usual two-fists to the belly. My first thought was this cartoon (click to engorge):
If you’re unfamiliar with Krazy Kat, you have my sympathies and my recommendation that you address that failing immediately.
I’m in Albany for the day. The sun is shining but there’s fog on the Hudson.
G__S was in Paris for the marathon.
But it will piss off people I don’t like…
G__S was up on the High Line.
Even a fire escape can be beautiful. Most aren’t, of course
Out G__S’s window in our office.
G__S visits Soho with her kids, finds the remnants of Fashion Week:
Real life is interfering with posting. It will resume eventually. Meanwhile, it’s -10C, and dawn outside.
From G__S, pigeons eating a man in Paris:
Little bastards tried to steal my camera.
And they used to dance for portrait carvers.
A four-face* gate guardian.
*One for each cardinal point.