Patrick in repose. Greenpoint, Brooklyn. October 2012.
Friday night in Greenpoint. Brooklyn, New York. October 2012
Steam on on India Ave. Hurricane Sandy. Greenpoint. Brooklyn.
Greenpoint. Hurricane Sandy.
I walk by this every time I head to the L train, it’s a statue of Jerzy Popieluszko. He was a Catholic Priest who was murdered and later beatified. Twenty-nine years ago today his body was discovered on the bank of a river in Poland.
From Wikipedia:
“A car accident was set up to kill Jerzy Popiełuszko on October 13, 1984, but he escaped it. The alternative plan was to kidnap him, and it was carried out on October 19, 1984. The priest was beaten and murdered by three Security Police officers. Then, his body was dumped into the Vistula Water Reservoir near Włocławek from where it was recovered on October 30, 1984.”
Brunch. Bushwick, Brooklyn. October 2012.
Getting ready for Sandy the only way I know how. Now if only I can remember that sunny 16 thing, or in this case stormy 16?
happy halloween.
Exiting the 6. Manhattan, New York. October 2012
Wave Hill, New York. October 2012
Oven mitt. Greenpoint, Brooklyn. October 2012.
Asleep on the Metro North. October 2012.
Wythe Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Somewhere in Wyoming. 2010.
This is pretty…
Rensselaerville, NY. October 2012.
“Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Such a strange narrative. I dig it though. I like to think it’s a small part of a lager piece and the rest of it is just waiting out there somewhere ready to be watched.
“And if I tried
to give you something else,
something outside myself,
you would not know
that the worst of anyone
can be, finally,
an accident of hope”
― Anne Sexton