Movies used to have amnesiacs all the time. In case you never saw one, what happens is, a person loses his or her memory, there’s pain and trouble, then memory is regained, with difficulty. This neon sign would be a perfect memory aid for someone just waking up, I though, assuming they were from the County of Kings.
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Another day, another neighborhood, another dusk. People are heading home; the light is both diffuse and sharp. For a few minutes, the sky is a gorgeous blue.
So long, everyone, even you, lurking by the tree. See you next year. Stores are already putting the Valentine’s stuff out. It’s time to move on.
Street trees have to put up with a lot. But, at the same time, I’d say that someone loves this one quite a bit to give it this kind of careful and balanced treatment.
The stuff at Beacon’s Closet is a little used, but mostly on the cool side, and who can argue with a pink plastic tree? The store has three locations: Park Slope, Williamsburg, and Manhattan. I like the one that’s convenient.
Now I know the neighborhood is going yuppie. The cab company on Fourth Avenue that used to park the cars so pedestrians had to walk five feet in the street is being orderly with its vehicles.
I don’t care much for the store, but I like the window: paper, light, string, snow, and some shadows.
More precipitation, more soggy ground – Prospect Park is closed all day today. Sunny days are forecast, so the snow won’t be sticking around. We need some normal weather to dry out.
And the trash is still sitting around. Next year let’s not invite the sloppy, drooling pumpkin.
The bagels were made about twelve hours ago. On a Sunday evening after dark, it’s sometimes difficult to find a place open when you’re hungry for a bite to eat, so I’ll stop complaining.