Close-up of the sign; close-up of the parking meter; close-up of the nearby fire hydrant
A 1954 Something-or-Another. The guy sitting inside it said he drives it because the insurance rates are really low.
(Cameo by the Queensboro Bridge.)
An alarm? A vent? I cannot figure it out. I've seen a handful of these poles around town, but they remain a mystery to me.
The foundation excavation has created some nice sand dunes.
Large and in charge, James is directing work (including replacement of the rails you see here) on the elevated Flushing Line, part of the extensive signal, track, and station improvements that have been disrupting 7 train service on the weekends. He also told me, very enthusiastically, about the other MTA projects that I need to go see, and he did a little bragging about his days as a skilled cricket player back in his native Guyana.
These broken chunks of concrete are remnants from the reconstruction of Queens Plaza, and they've been given a second life as part of this striking new streetscape.
