10.08.2009
9.24.2009
Danger!
When I see "keep out" my first instinct is to go in, I'm not sure where that comes from. These images are from the unused area of Floyd Bennett Field at the far end of Brookyn, my new favorite world by the water. I rode passed these buildings on my way home from the ocean last week and knew I would return, just didn't think it would be so amazing - the sunlight streaming through the broken ceiling helped. Click here for a few of the many many photos I took today.
When I see "keep out" my first instinct is to go in, I'm not sure where that comes from. These images are from the unused area of Floyd Bennett Field at the far end of Brookyn, my new favorite world by the water. I rode passed these buildings on my way home from the ocean last week and knew I would return, just didn't think it would be so amazing - the sunlight streaming through the broken ceiling helped. Click here for a few of the many many photos I took today.
Labels: bike, Far Rockaway, ocean
9.18.2009
Reminder to self: this is not vacation...
The last few weeks have been a dream, a stressful dream, but a dream none the less. Unemployment is supposed to be hard and worrisome but I am enjoying it. Don't tell my Mom, oh... too late. I spend mornings scouring websites and emailing friends and prospective job contacts, but by the afternoon I need to leave the computer, leave the apartment, get out. Off onto the bike, camera in tow. Never sure where I'll be going but going somewhere other then here.
Today I got lost. An adventure down Broadway that turned into somewhere I wasn't quite sure. A text message with directions later I was at the ocean. This was not Brooklyn - this was vacation. A vacant beach. Sun. Sand. Waves. I could move here. It really was that good. 35 miles later my knees hate me, I never learn, but the day ended with the best Mac & Cheese ever and some friends from the hood with Bob Dylan playing on the stereo. I cannot complain.
The last few weeks have been a dream, a stressful dream, but a dream none the less. Unemployment is supposed to be hard and worrisome but I am enjoying it. Don't tell my Mom, oh... too late. I spend mornings scouring websites and emailing friends and prospective job contacts, but by the afternoon I need to leave the computer, leave the apartment, get out. Off onto the bike, camera in tow. Never sure where I'll be going but going somewhere other then here.
Today I got lost. An adventure down Broadway that turned into somewhere I wasn't quite sure. A text message with directions later I was at the ocean. This was not Brooklyn - this was vacation. A vacant beach. Sun. Sand. Waves. I could move here. It really was that good. 35 miles later my knees hate me, I never learn, but the day ended with the best Mac & Cheese ever and some friends from the hood with Bob Dylan playing on the stereo. I cannot complain.
Labels: bike, Far Rockaway
