These photos are from 2011 and there’s a few photos from Roosevelt Island (formerly known as Hog Island, Manning’s Island, Blackwell Island, and Welfare Island) in this batch. Roosevelt Island is a great place to visit and walk around with a camera.
It’s got a decrepit hospital, a main street drag that marries the homogeneity of The Village from The Prisoner with the comfort and warmth of Soviet cold war architecture, a great junky thrift store, and lots of public places that smell like tinkle. Plus you get to ride a tram to get there. If you are lucky you’ll get to talk to José who you’ll meet in the next entry.
Check out the other parts of the series: one, two and four.
A morning jog around the reservoir in Central Park. Part of my super duper cliched photos of NYC series.
Bethesda Terrace Arcade in Central Park. Part of my super duper cliched photos of NYC series.
I finally decided to go to Flushing Meadows Corona Park to see the World’s Fair relics. Wish I knew the U.S. Open was happening there beforehand. Yes, part of my super duper cliched photos of NYC series.
Shadows on the top floor of the Roosevelt Island parking garage.
Construction workers get cracking on Roosevelt Island Bridge repairs
APB for cigarette smoking mermaid killer.
Last stop for the “Early American” branded Westinghouse television set with Memory Tuning.
The Delacorte Theatre box office in Central Park.
At the smells-like-old-people Lincoln Plaza Cinemas.
He’s the Zoolander of the Central Park animal kingdom.
The cat is a fixture outside a local mom and pop store in my neighbourhood. It will lay in the middle of the busy sidewalk and totally not give a single fuck about all the foot traffic around and over it nor the people who pet it.
Waiting for his walk.
There are dog walkers and then there are dog walkers.
Setting up the arguing couple zone pylons.
Probably not going to be a problem.
The Upper West Side’s infamous Anel Cleaners (yes that really is the name).
Part of a Chinese restaurant menu is bolted outside the store on West 100th.
The floor in a subway car on the B train contains a whole galaxy.
On the tram to Roosevelt Island.
I struck up a conversation with the taxi wrangler at the East Harlem Target today while waiting for the car to arrive. His dad has been shooting for 65 years, is 89 and still develops in his own darkroom.
Almost home after a long day with a lot of walking.
Passing the time reading at a late night newsstand on the Upper West Side.
Waiting for the next fill-up at a BP gas station just inside Harlem.
The Astronaut. Maybe my favourite picture.