Lately, of late

Going to the Sugarhill Supper Club for an Obama Fundraiser

Sugarhill has a mirrored stairway going up to the supper club. Not quite Versailles, but a bit like the old Tavern on the Green.

Once inside, it's dinner and a show

A hallway somewhere on the East Side

Late at night the trash cars come through the station

Street art at the Brooklyn Academy of Music

And a mural going up across the street at the Mark Morris Dance Academy

A Private Eye in Boerum Hill

Please forgive the proliferation of subway station shots, but I just had to say that the Bedford-Nostrand G-train station is really a block long. This view looks towards Bedford Ave. from Nostrand Ave.

On my way to the Park Slope Food Coop and this worker from the coop gets out of the subway station and then walks ahead of me with a shopping cart that he had parked at the variety store at the top of the subway stairs on Flatbush Ave. Taking a ride on the subway must knock off a good half hour from your shift, right?

An exalted eggplant at the Hattie Carthan Community Garden

No one riding in the back. A lonely night on the No. 38 Bus, then once off the bus, walking past the laundrymat, the little Christian Center, and the Van Buren Deli on my way home.

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Scenes from a wedding

 

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Scenes from a Crown Heights hang-out

Just some cars in a gas station lot (on Gates Ave., Bed-Stuy)

1) On the street in Brooklyn and Manhattan; 2) at Ikea in Red Hook; 3) on the G-train, overlooking the glorious Gowanus

An Avenue B realtor gives itself a way too literal name . . .

. . . and it looks like you're expected seal the deal while displayed in the front window. I actually like this shot because it has many levels of looking directly and being reflected, including a shadowy one of my own stance as I take the picture

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 house on Quincy Street, Bed-Stuy, that has seen a few too many modifications in the style, function, and perspective of its architecture. May be really great from the inside, however, with a tower, a second-story deck, and a bay window in back.

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.

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.