The ice in the park.
Saturday, January 09, 2016
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Today, there were big heaps of trash all around town, not least of which was this inane piece of inspirational corporate signage... "It's less important to have more friends, and more important to have friends who download your app!" Listen, moron: people who download your app, aren't necessarily 'friends'...
Amongst the piles of Hallowe'en-themed trash, some fool found a huge spider, and a nice faux-leather leash. It occurred to
me, sorry, him, to make it look like spidey has been leashed to a fire hydrant by its owner, then abandoned, Poor, poor spidey!
Meanwhile...: Rafael! Urena gutter!!
Monday, October 26, 2015
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Today I was passing through the Franklin Avenue subway station for the A, C and Shuttle trains in Brooklyn. I had time to take my time, so I stopped in the main station area, where I noticed a very strange sound.
It was so high-pitched that I imagine most people might not be able to hear it. It was so high-pitched that as it pulsed on and off, it sounded like a sharp snap as it penetrated my ears, jarring enough to generate the beginnings of a slight headache.
But it was not so uncomfortable that I wanted to find what was causing this sharp swishing, seering sound. So I walked in its direction. At first I saw the large white speaker or fan or whatever, above.
But I quickly realized that the source of this regular, piercing sound was the smaller dark green box to the left, above. It's some type of speaker.
What on earth is it? This is a piercing sound, in the most literal sense: it pulses on and off with about a two second duration, then a one second delay, then on again. The sound is almost outside human ability to hear, but it must be disturbing for dogs and cats nearby, as well as for young children. I'm not sure why I could hear it, but I could, or even perhaps it is true to say that I winced as I felt it.
Later: I'm wondering if it could be some kind of rodent and roach deterrent?
Saturday, October 17, 2015
The other evening as I walked the western edge of Soho, from Canal Street northwards, I happened to pass an enormous, slumbering creature, lurking silently on a dark city side street.
This crane must have weighed hundreds of tons, and could lift nearly as much. These are the counterweights at the rear (below):
I expected the tracks to be rubber of some kind, not these vastly-heavier steel treads:
And the - pardon my complete lack of technical vocabulary! - the long arm that does the lifting, soared way up into the dark night sky!
The title of this post is from a poem which I first heard when I was at primary (elementary) school in Northern Ireland. Here is the poem in full. Even today, I find it as enchanting as I did when my teacher read it aloud, and the rhythm of that bright, breezy first line, stuck in my head in an instant:
By Charles Malam
The dinosaurs are not all dead.
I saw one raise its iron head
To watch me walking down the road
Beyond our house today.
Its jaws were dripping with a load
Of earth and grass that it had cropped.
It must have heard me where I stopped,
Snorted white steam my way,
And stretched its long neck out to see,
And chewed, and grinned quite amiably.
And finally, words fail me!... the crane in Soho is engineered and built by a famous company, Liebherr. The final photo, below, is from a Liebherr exhibition, showing off just how much their cranes can lift... ... ...
I'm guessing that the one I saw in Soho is the second-smallest in this photo?
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
He or she dropped out of the sky one recent afternoon, landing with a thump on a patch of grass, with a grey lump of still-living, quivering rat or pigeon in those killer claws.
I took these (above) photos from the sidewalk near Lehman College in the Bronx. I am no expert at estimating size, but this was a big bird, maybe 16 inches tall or more. Whatever it was that had met its fate gave a wriggle or spasm, and the hawk turned from staring at me to look down at its victim for just an instant, before giving it one final, lethal jab with its beak.
From a killer look to the softly-sweet sound of a little dove: as I sat on the sun-soaked steps of St Nicholas Park, a very different bird came along and waddled around next to me.
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
Monday, August 31, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
This is the Sedan crater in Nevada, site of a nuclear test explosion (July 6, 1962). It certainly is impressive.
I thought what it might be like to visit such a site: is it even open to the public? So I looked it up on Google Maps: oh snort!
Sunflower on Throop Avenue, Brooklyn.
Weathered sign on Herkimer Street, Brooklyn.
Mallow bush emerging from sidewalk, Harlem.
A brick field in Chelsea.
Armored rhino, Chelsea.
He gets bad cat hair.
Elegy in brass for Chris Christie? A trombonist practices underneath the George Washington Bridge.
Farewell, Baron: my friend's elderly boxer went to a dog rest home somewhere near Albany...
Remembering George, who was murdered in Trenton, New Jersey, a year ago on July 30th.