Showing posts with label preacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label preacher. Show all posts

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Word on the street, my friend



the goings on at the B38 bus stop, Fulton St. & Nevins/Flatbush




once on the bus, a glimpse out the window gives me a whole new canvas

while inside, the person next to me is going to get rich quick
Abdul Food Corp. at Van Buren & Marcus Garvey

New Hardee, my favorite Chinese takeout at Throop & Koskiusko, was rammed into one night by a speeding car, which then burst into flames, destroying the whole building. I'm told everyone made it out unscathed.



apparently legal wiring, Clifton Place nr. Bedford Ave.

another zen moment


This is what happens when you wait for hours over a period of days for Verizon technicians to fix your wireless - nothing at all except a bunch of big guys climbing a pole and doing absolutely nothing to get the wireless working again.

the Gowanus Canal Superfund site, situated in the middle of Brooklyn, thank you very much Exxon
rush hour subway 
a preacher spreading the news about Jesus on the B38 bus ...


and a distraught rider who doesn't seem to know where his stop is



and the preacher and the distraught rider eventually vie for the same aisle space


across the street from the house where I live

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Noteworthy, mos def.

Another very locked door in the subway station. 
exit the subway



Aggressive jury-rigging, Nostrand Ave just north of Lafayette Ave. 

same same

A landscaping and gardening business on Fulton Ave. with a jury-rigged sensibility, which I like.

Hacking the space above the bay window.

A pin oak tree that never branched out on Lafayette Ave.

and next to it, what a pin oak is supposed to look like, people!

The largest magnolia tree north of the Mason-Dixon line is on Lafayette Ave. at the Hattie Carthan Cultural Center, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. And it didn't lose its leaves this winter.

Across the street from the largest magnolia tree are smaller ones with new buds. You know what that means, right?

A sure sign of Spring in NY - very large and very dirty, trash-filled mounds of snow on every block.
A preacher on Throop Ave. just north of Fulton Street.


A curious-looking lamp. Why didn't they get rid of it sooner, I wonder.
The best mural. On Fulton Street near Classon.
What I like to think of as ironic street art, more like a quotation of street art.