| An Avenue B realtor gives itself a way too literal name . . . |
| On Ave. B there's a tiny, elegant bird bath set in stone. |
| The black and white bathroom at Participant Inc. |
| Another storefront reception area, Ave. B. |
| And the magazine and candy stand at the Delancey St. Station |
| Late night ride home, Fourth Ave., Brooklyn |
| In front of the house there's a fire engine, and the whole street turns red. |
| On Lexington St., Bed-Stuy, the police have set up a surveillance tower. Artist Duron Jackson referred to this as a process of defining an entire neighborhood as a prison -- a portable prison, as it were. Just add watch towers. |
| A red house and red stairs and the red and black flag of Trinidad and Tobago, also on Quincy Street. |
| I walked behind this man on Marcus Garvey, minding my own business, until I caught sight of his t-shirt, which spells out a litany of names of those who have gone before. |
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| This one is from last fall, a shot from an Occupy Wall Street demo that got lost in a folder in a folder. |
| This is not my grandmother looking through my library in my loft space, but rather a shopper at Ikea condsidering the same set of Billy bookcases that I and thousands of others are also considering. |
| The check-out line at Ikea, above, and bins of impulse items, below. |
| Returning from Ikea, the bus takes us through Gowanus, and I catch a glimpse of the train that I want to get back to Bed-Stuy, high on the horizon. |
| From the G-train, on a beautiful day, an elevated view over Gowanus. |

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