very & shoes @quaad@everything.happens.horse

Judging from the light and the train off in the distance, it’s de Chirico o’clock

@ingrid so sorry for your loss. 💔

@vruba 100%

@sk76 so much going on in this photo. the subway car looks as lived in as a tenement apartment. the boredom/fatigue on nearly every face. almost everyone has either a book or a newspaper. the subway ads trying to stand out among wall to wall graffiti.

@tripofmice to be stepped over is to be seen.❤️

When you just missed the bus to the love shack.

@ingrid 👏 👏 👏 🤞

Nice to be back in the part of Brooklyn where people keep pigeons.

Subway thoughts: my first cinematic love was Speed Racer. The first auteur I was aware of was Chuck Jones.

@ranjit bereft of acorn 🙁

Day 62. The skunk has not returned. I posted in missed connections but I suspect this is not an online skunk.

@ranjit abcdefgcorn

As a kid I always wondered who this Robert Moses could be. It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I discovered and read The Power Broker and learned what had really been going on behind the spectacle. The gulf between my childhood perception and the reality of the enormous machine he operated still staggers me.

At the start of the show, bandleader Guy Lombardo would glide in to the front of the stage on an enormous wooden runabout speedboat. We were in awe. I was barely awake by the end of the show but on our way out we’d pass a big tent where Guy and his orchestra would be playing for a large well dressed crowd of drinkers and dancers.

Once a year we’d drive further along the ocean parkway, counting rabbits on the side of the road, to Jones Beach Theater to see a musical, Showboat or Fiddler on the Roof under the stars and next to the bay. My grandparents and my aunt and uncle would be there.