What was intended to be an excursion into Bushwick yesterday afternoon left us stranded in Williamsburg as the L train chose to go no farther than Lorimer. So we began with a beer at Union Pool, into which I’ve not stepped foot in many years, and whose backyard has greatly improved.
We followed that with a visit to Bushwick Country Club, new to us both. Not in Bushwick, nor a country club, but a cheeky dive bar, where plastic dinosaurs serve as proxies for the second of each two-for-one happy hour drink. The tall narrow window that looks onto the yard brightens the otherwise cave-like interior during afternoon hours.
In the yard, a petite mini-golf course crumbles voluptuously, having seen better days before the ravages of seasons. No doubt it retains some of its erstwhile cheer on sunnier days.
Here are some quiet scenes from my neighborhood yesterday, after the thundersnow and wind calmed. The storm never really reached any kind of pitch, but many cancellations were planned, so it was a peaceful day. I spent all but 30 minutes of it indoors; worked an 11 hour day. My wander through the snow was pretty pleasant, however brief.
Some geometric compositions from a quiet wander last Saturday, late afternoon as the light drained from the sky. This building has such gorgeous moulding. The Ninth Street subway overpass is weirdly beautiful, too.
A crisp sunny Saturday in November calls for wander time. Took the train out to Bushwick and meandered in the sun. We had some pints in a yard, then made a circuitous path northwest and into nighttime before heading back Slopeward on the G.
A good day for photographing, and clocked six miles walking, even with the train rides.
Anyone else remember the law from ancient Rome, wherein a temporary dictator could be appointed in times of national crisis?
Aside, here’s a sketch from Halloween Monday. Looks like Freddy Kreuger; maybe that’s what she was going for. While I captured her sweater and hat with some panache, I got her profile all wrong. Don’t judge her, that was my inattentiveness.
Meanwhile, dude looks like he just met his fingers for the first time. (He doesn’t trust them just yet, but you can tell he has plans…) Again, my fault.
Below, a subway portrait from yesterday’s excursion of train + wander + train. I’ve been focusing on writing for other endeavors, so have neglected poor ol’ blog the past week. More stuff soon.
This is a departure from my usual urban photography, yet Marine Park is urban— but urban nature. This small stretch of beach and marshland is adjacent to a small neighborhood on a peninsula in Brooklyn. We parked on the street and walked through a gap in the metal barrier between civilization and a slightly wild-feeling preserve.