I can’t seem to emphasize it enough: riding a bicycle unlocks so many new neighborhoods. Though yes, urban exploration easier in October than February. This trainyard is down in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. The misting rain at moments only made the afternoon even more enjoyable.
• I’ve been discussing the current economic freefall situation with Republican Rob and some others recently. According to his advice, it’d be best to take inventory of your possessions and get ready for things to get real out there.
Green-wood Cemetery. I’ve actually been to a lot of cemeteries this year, though on rather somber terms. This one is rather ornate in places (though cannot hold a candle to some South American beauties). I live beside this 478-acre giant spread in the middle of Brooklyn. The photo to the left shows the entrance on 24th St. and 5th Avenue in Sunset Park where many bright green parrots have made large nests in the spires. I’m not positive where the flock came from, but they have permanent residence, and make a lot of noise during the daylight hours. The photo on the right shows one of the older, personal mausoleums, a little deeper inside. I was surprised to find out the hyphen does exist in the official landmark’s name.
The extravagant (see: decadent) homes Shane and I passed on the Escape New York Bike Tour the other week were shocking, just outside of the city. The home pictured here was one of the few without a large perimeter wall and electronic gates.
Another film shot (on the left) from the half century. On the right, I’ve maxed out my bag again, this time with a 30-pack case of high life. (I suppose this is possibly also a shoutout to the van runs up to the Bridgewater IGA in the 1990s.) I may have to get some strap extensions for grocery runs.
• Jenn and I met up with Mike & Elizabeth Mararian one last time before they relocate up to a Victorian/turn-of-the-century house up in Buffalo, NY. We first went to The Hideout in Fort Greene for some Absinthe, then over to a great, newish Italian place on Myrtle in Clinton Hill (I’ll have to get back to you on the name).
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.