This poor gentleman has been defaced.
Fittingly for Red Hook, it looks like a ship. (And it's not the only thing around here that does.)
Is it just me, or does this couple look like an older Courtney Cox and a slightly younger Bruce Springsteen?
You don't see many of these on the streets of New York — anymore. (But it's not the first Checker we've come across.)
A little over an acre of crops growing atop an old athletic field, across the street from IKEA
Looking toward Staten Island, with Bayonne, New Jersey on the right
I recently claimed that this billboard has begun to comply with city regulations, but now it seems to be advertising a rather commercial affair: a giant party Six Flags is throwing to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Trinidad and Tobago's independence. Neither the billboard nor any other ads I could find say anything about it being a benefit event, but I did come across one mention of an educational nonprofit tucked away on the official website. Perhaps that's sufficient for this ad to be deemed non-commercial, or perhaps the billboard owner has simply returned to the law-flouting ways of yore.
Like the one we saw yesterday, this Lipa Schmeltzer billboard is well within 200 feet of the BQE. (He's quite proud of these ads, by the way.)
And in case you were wondering, Mr. Schmeltzer's openness to secular musical styles, which are well known to cause "ribaldry and lightheadedness", makes him somewhat controversial within the Hasidic movement.
Just before stepping into the car, the officer in the passenger seat crumpled up a piece of paper and casually tossed it on the street. (It's the white thing lying between the car and the curb.)
Manhattanhenge (the two times each year — about three weeks before and three weeks after the summer solstice — when the setting sun aligns with the Manhattan street grid) has become quite a spectacle in recent years. (Drivers may know it better as the fifteen minutes or so when they can't see a goddamned thing heading west across town, including the throngs of spectators out in the middle of the street.)
West 205th Street here in the Bronx is angled a tad further north than its counterparts on the Manhattan grid, so its second henge of the year occurs a few days before Manhattan's. It doesn't quite compare to the sight of the sun nestled at the bottom of a Midtown canyon, but sometimes comparing is for fools.
This lengthy waterway descends from the roof on the far side of the wall, runs through all those blue barrels, drops to the ground, and then turns and makes its way out toward the yard, finally terminating a couple of feet beyond the hydrangea.
It's beating down on nearly two million cubic yards of dirt, sand, and debris that were dumped on top of the Bronx's Ferry Point Park, a former landfill, to be used in the construction of a PGA-class public golf course paid for by developers and designed by Jack Nicklaus. But after more than a decade of false starts, escalating costs, environmental problems, and millions of wasted dollars, all the Parks Department has to show for its efforts is a fenced-off lunar wasteland.
The project's not dead yet, though! The latest scheme to be hatched involves the city footing the construction bill (now expected to run upwards of $180 million — nine times more than initially anticipated) and handing over operation of the course to none other than Donald Trump.
Wandering through a little wooded area just north of Ferry Point Park, I came upon this rigged-up shelter on the bank of Westchester Creek.
Name-checked in the NY Times's obituary about John McNamara, the "Sage of the Bronx"
I first learned about the DOT's Safety City program a few years ago when I stumbled onto Staten Island's Safety City Boulevard, a simulated city street with intersections at Bicycle Helmet Road, Buckle Up Drive, and Stop Look Listen Lane.
The five-pointed variety
(I just learned that these asterisks are fire pump test headers.)
This sign is well known to those pitiable souls who travel the Cross Bronx Expressway with any regularity.
