Showing posts with label B38 bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label B38 bus. Show all posts

Monday, August 17, 2015

On the Staten Island Ferry early this summer, then on to Ridgewood, Queens

Here's a job for you - working at the Liberty Cafe aboard the Staten Island Ferry


Coast Guard boat with automatic rifles - ever since 9/11

these guys were trying to sneak a smoke but I wouldn't let them

approaching Staten Island through the fog

NYPD harass one black guy. I witness. It goes nowhere, fortunately.


tourists waiting to exit the Ferry so they can turn around and ride it back to Manhattan


On Staten Island, someone has found a quiet corner to call home, temporarily. Why don't we have enough resources to house everyone? Why have to claim this spot? it's in a remote corner of the Ferry Terminal building.
Scenes from Staten Island ...



There's a bay on the other side of this wall, and on the other side of the bay is New Jersey


Ridgewood recycles. Scenes below from Ridgewood as the B38 rumbles along.














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