Posts Tagged ‘Pickman’
wisely advised
Another year gone and deeper in debt.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Repent! is something which one has always wanted to shout at strangers, whilst wearing a sandwich board that proclaims dire future times and the arrival of an era of tribulation. A declaration of steadfast faith is what that would be, and I don’t really believe in anything except Superman, so my argument for repentance would hardly be convincing unless it involved Braniac. These are all imaginary characters, of course, so my supposition is silly.
Looking out my Astoria apartment’s window on Christmas Eve, this imaginary character was observed moving casually down the avenue towards the subway. Perhaps steadfast faith in not believing in anything is as silly as believing in Father Christmas or Braniac, especially when one of them walks past your house?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The little break enjoyed over the last couple of weeks has been refreshing, if fattening.
Ribald Christmas gatherings and feasts have been attended, and all met have been basted with cheery sentiment and seasonally appropriate call and response exchanges (merry christmas, happy new year, kwazy kwaanza etc.). Fear that my disingenuous lack of holiday spirit was apparent to all manifests in me, but what can one such as myself say to such accusation, other than stating that I do not – in fact – care?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Not too much of interest passed before me, at least that was worth photographing.
This giant pile of blood appeared in my path just last week, across the street from Doughboy Park in Woodside. Could have been a bloody nose, I suppose. Stab, maybe? I’ll get the boys in forensics on it when they’re back next week.
Speaking of Doughboy Park, (I’m talking to you George the Atheist) weren’t they supposed to repaint that day glow green stuff which appeared here last year?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I have no information on the blood, other than it tasted like Type A and whoever spilled it really needs to cut down on the fried food. The flavor profile was quite salty/fatty, and it smelled like freedom fries, but the stuff had a nice mouth feel to it.
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elder world
Another archive shot, one of my faves.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s the New York Paving Company down there, in DUGABO (Down Under the Greenpoint Avenue Bridge Onramp), in Blissville, Queens. The Newtown Creek, loquaciously, lurks in its ancient bed of silt and clay as it has always been wont to do.
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unseen throngs
Not in service.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The MTA Corona facility sits nearby Citifield, and offers observers opportunity to witness the fleet. Have a happy one tonight, don’t drink and drive. Take a bus instead, huh?
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ragged purple
My all time favorite tugboat shot.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This was shot on November 17, 2010.
It’s a memorable date, as a fellow named Andrew Cuomo came to Newtown Creek to announce the formal settlement between NYS and ExxonMobil, concerning the Greenpoint oil spill. The Brian Nicholas entered the Creek at an optimal moment, lighting wise.
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crystal dais
Everybody has someplace to go.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
New York City marathon day offers one the opportunity to wander around a largely traffic free Queens Plaza. An event I used to photograph regularly, I avoided it this year in the wake of the Boston bombings. Didn’t want to get all tangled up in the security web of the terror warriors.
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