World Trade Center Tribute 9/11/08

It was a nice evening, perfect, in fact.

Rush hour still on as commuters race by on the BQE.

as seen from Brooklyn Heights,
and then on to Prospect Heights,

and Crown Heights.

Various Thangs, Brooklyn (+Queens)

The remains of an old sign for parking in a garage in downtown Brooklyn - 25 cents, or 50 cents across the street.

Two photos of what lies beneath PS1 in Queens.

Then an evening's stroll in Brooklyn bequeaths the following photos, gifts, as it were. I especially enjoyed the Pharmacy's back-to-school window display.

The shadow of an ironwork grill makes an elegant pattern on the gritty nighttime pavement, and Mr. Softee is on speed this particular evening.

Pause, sometime, to view your breakfast from above.

The following are two structures on St. James Place (?): a church that encourages passersby to bring the sick, and a disused Mason's Lodge that carries a recent announcement.

Perp Walk, Brooklyn

News crews assemble at the corner police detective agency (earlier posts show the detective agency in rain, snow and sunny weather).

I asked a member of the press what was going on. He said, "Perp walk." I knew it was about the person who had recently mugged about 15 old people on Washington Ave.

Local residents and passers-by begin to gather.

The suit takes charge.

Another suit. These guys usually dress in (obvious) undercover attire such as jeans and polo shirts. They can be spotted a mile away as undercover cops, even by the tiniest child. Today they looked sharp.

The building itself, such a gloriously strange edifice.

The media hounds wait.

The accused leaves the building, head down, surrounded by suits, and is led to a waiting unmarked police car.

The crowd is allowed to approach the car, surprisingly. Someone yells "Faggot!!" repeatedly at the accused.

The crowd applauds as the cars leave. There's a general atmosphere of a party. The people seemed as though they would have enjoyed a public lynching right then and there.

The talent goes over his lines.

The news chopper hovers noisily.

The satisfied, bloodthirsty crowd goes back to their mundane tasks.