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A vandal left advice on a bench at Marcy Ave's JMZ stop.

GET yOURSELF TogeTeR

Was this person writing to him or herself? Was he or she addressing the viewer, or maybe me?

I was pedaling east on on a Citibike after dropping off a lens for repair at Photo Tech. I spotted a young man in a construction job site office, potentially supervising it and poorly, kicking back in his chair with his feet up on the walls.

I wonder, when I see the machinery typically used by elderly folks curbside for pickup, that someone isn't utilizing it because they're no longer alive. Walkers, scooters, oxygen machines – these are devices essential to people until they are not.

Two years ago, they shot Tony Hinton dead on this Patchen Avenue corner on a Friday afternoon. NYPD still has no idea who they is/are. NYPD mark the anniversary by pointing this out. 

I don't know this man beyond his image on the sign.

Recent days of 90-plus degree heat probably make for ambient temperatures inside a deli lacking air conditioning that would melt any and all chocolate on their shelves. The cool safety of the meat and cheese display case would keep the bars solid, saleable.

A man gets a self-defense lesson in the William F. Passannante Ballfield.

They are working on defending against a knife attack. It seems an impractical lesson. From what I hear in the news these days, usually the white dude has a badge and a gun.

(at the St. George Ukrainian Catholic Church)

There was something interesting in the position of the figure in the environment, the odd way this woman was standing outside the doorway to the laundromat. This was a Friday night, around 9pm. What is she doing here? (What am I doing here?)