I lost my way coming out the Carroll Street station and a couple of wrong turns later I found myself by this canal wondering where the heck I was. Turns out 3rd Street is not the same as 3rd Ave—something I didn’t realize until I found myself on the corner of 3rd & 3rd. Oh, well.
At least I got to document Brooklyn’s Gowanus neighborhood, the famous(ly fragrant) Gowanus Canal, and the vacant vandalized brick building on the right known to locals as “The Batcave”.
In spite of the colorful surroundings, I wasn’t in any danger. This neighborhood is “up-and-coming”, which means rents are increasing at an alarming rate. It’s hard to believe but directly behind me and out of frame is a brand new grocery store from the luxury chain Whole Foods and it’s one of the nicest in the city I’ve heard.
In fact, a limousine pulled out from the WF’s parking lot just as I snapped the photo. Too bad I didn’t stick my thumb out for a lift.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."