Mining the Digital Archive - New Old Photos - Manhattan, Brooklyn, Vermont, and views from a plane

Looking into the Franklin Avenue Shuttle station at Park Place and Franklin Ave, Brooklyn
Then onward to Grand Central Station...

and onward still further...on a propeller plane from New York to Burlington, Vermont on a snowy winter day

Once in Vermont, a meal at the New England Culinary Academy. I'm not sure what this particular dish is called, but it's quite inedible.

My room at the Vermont College of Fine Arts. Spare, in a New England kinda way.

And the 19th century main building, College Hall, on the Vermont College of Fine Arts Campus, Montpelier.

A short trip it was, then back to New York, a night flight, and aerial views of Manhattan and Brooklyn as our plane comes in to La Guardia. This view shows the Brooklyn Bridge in the center, lower Manhattan on the right, and Brooklyn on the left. It all makes sense.

Other shots, other winter scenes - sparrows having a quick bite at the bird feeder on the fire-escape, Brooklyn.

And this would be Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan, from the window near the elevators.

New York, New York - the intimate and the grand

And the old Rhinecliff train station with the Hudson River just beyond those windows - the passageway to the tracks looks like an airplane hangar - they used to really know how to build things a hundred years ago. Lots of space for floods of passengers.

And myself in shadow, interpreted through what looks like a spray of Fruit Loops on the sidewalk, Brooklyn.

Last Call for my Nikon Coolpix, which I used for the photos on this blog, and which I dropped and broke a few days ago. Still in denial...

I broke my camera after taking this set of photos, so am saying goodbye to the Nikon Coolpix, which I was very attached to (loved?) and used everyday. After this posting, I'm going back through my photographs and uploading some that didn't make the first cut. Should be an interesting and eclectic mix. Then, of course, I'll start posting my cell phone pics.

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

Getting out of the subway at Astor Place and on the way to an art opening at Cooper Union, I walked past a bank - Bank of America? Citibank? does it make any difference? - and snapped three nearly identical work stations that were on display, on the other side of a plate glass window, for all the world to see. There's something sad about the cool indifference of the workplace here to the needs of the workers, and the public aspect of being at work imposed on those who sit at these desks.

Brave new architecture by Thom Mayne at Cooper Union. The art opening was fine, some good and some bad work as usual, but it was the building itself that was kinda distracting in almost every way.

Later in Prospect Heights, things looking a little strange at night - and then trails of three lights on nose and wings of an airplane as is passes overhead.

Sometimes things look a little bleak in Brooklyn, and Atlantic Avenue can be a real scary road to cross. It seemed that everywhere I looked someone had wrapped up a part of a building.

My lady love, at a tailor's shop on Washington Ave.

One last walk around Prospect Heights with my Nikon.

And then off to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens to the local flora garden - the plants of the American East Coast, which, even though they are not the most dramatic or beautiful, make me feel the most at home and at peace.

Chinatown from above - a walk over the East River on the Manhattan Bridge

Roof garden, Chinatown

Chinatown graffiti artists are hard at work. The graffiti landscape only truly visible from high above street level.

About halfway across the Manhattan Bridge one sees the graceful span of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The mighty metal span; and a secret garden on the other side in DUMBO, Brooklyn.