What a lovely project.
"Florists’ Transworld Delivery was established in 1910 as Florists’ Telegraph Delivery. The Mercury Man logo was adopted in 1914 to emphasize speedy delivery."
Jump's photo:
My photo, obviously some time later:
Monday, August 31, 2009
Quotes
"For now at least, Greenpoint’s stunning views of Manhattan are still mostly clear, unobstructed by the kinds of high-rise developments that are starting to sprout — and wither — in Williamsburg."
“'The macroeconomy of the city is affecting the development of open space in Greenpoint.'”
"A lot of the renters, these young hipsters, are very energy conscious.'"
“'The macroeconomy of the city is affecting the development of open space in Greenpoint.'”
"A lot of the renters, these young hipsters, are very energy conscious.'"
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Green Skies...
A North Brooklyn Story Project member, Liza de Guia, created this minimentary on rooftop farming in North Brooklyn.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Fruits of Summer
Something about a hot, sticky week to inspire one to prepare things for the coming cold... Something about swiss chard stems... Something about a cat and a melon...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
August and Everything
Lovely: Miyako (Berry and North 6th) then "creme ice" at Ralph's Famous Italian Ices (Graham between Conselyea and Metropolitan). And yesterday Crown Heights: the roof overlooking what was once Ebbets Field, wine, and back to 1985 for Live Aid, whose most striking performer in my mind is the magnanimous and confident and gracefully theatrical Mr. Mercury. Anywayz. Great week in a great summer.
Poem Interlude
And Then the Rain Began
I was walking blind
through the drowned mini-universe
of summer, to the café where,
shortly, I would hear
speaking of Gospels at an adjacent
table the very punk pastor
I'd learned of for the first time
earlier in the week.
Holy coincidence, Batman!
Water will find
its level, neither better nor worse
than where it was, and it's fair
to say that fear
holds no sway, as cement
cannot make the tides come faster.
So in spite of ourselves we climb
to gods who themselves climb to seek.
I was walking blind
through the drowned mini-universe
of summer, to the café where,
shortly, I would hear
speaking of Gospels at an adjacent
table the very punk pastor
I'd learned of for the first time
earlier in the week.
Holy coincidence, Batman!
Water will find
its level, neither better nor worse
than where it was, and it's fair
to say that fear
holds no sway, as cement
cannot make the tides come faster.
So in spite of ourselves we climb
to gods who themselves climb to seek.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Also Tonight at Pete's
Phil Cody. He plays at 8, Pree (mentioned in earlier post) goes on at 11. Singer-songwriters and those who love them, rejoice!
New Lens
I have a new camera and took it for a spin today, home to the garden and back...where I cooked breakfast/lunch with freshly picked-up vegetables.
(These semis never fail to intrigue; they are usually being scrubbed down and tuned up.)
(They've re-landscaped and made a great deal of space from very little, through windings and switchbacks.)
(From Hearty Roots: potatoes, peppers, onions, chard, cucumbers, dill; from the Greenmarket, which may be moving: milk, mushrooms; from elsewhere: eggs, vegetarian sausage, and, of course, ketchup.)
(These semis never fail to intrigue; they are usually being scrubbed down and tuned up.)
(They've re-landscaped and made a great deal of space from very little, through windings and switchbacks.)
(From Hearty Roots: potatoes, peppers, onions, chard, cucumbers, dill; from the Greenmarket, which may be moving: milk, mushrooms; from elsewhere: eggs, vegetarian sausage, and, of course, ketchup.)
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