#Amtrak elsewhere brooklyn free#

Seriously- when you see a dude wearing his Riker’s slippers on the street so as to display his cred, you’ve crossed into the danger zone of stupid. While waiting for a cab, I had an ugly encounter with a drunken asshole here in Astoria, which was a lovely start to my day. I had to get to Moynihan/Penn Station before sunrise, and left Astoria at something like 4:45 in the morning. One randomly purchased a round trip ticket in February for the 7th of March. On the iron road again! Amtrak isn’t cheap if you’re buying your tickets the day of travel, but when buying tickets well in advance – it’s super affordable. “ In the Shadows at Newtown Creek,” an 88 page softcover 8.5×11 magazine format photo book by Mitch Waxman, is now on sale at for $30. Next week – something different, at this – your Newtown Pentacle. Our Lady of the Pentacle had made a lasagna, and a hearty meal greeted me back at HQ. A quick transfer at Queens Plaza soon saw me scuttling about in Astoria. We got to NYC more or less on time, and a quick breath of maskless air was gulped on 8th Avenue before I boarded a Queens bound E train. following me home, the trip was uneventful. Other than the thunderstorms which had arrived in Philadelphia about 5:30 p.m. and spent the day marching about while operating the camera. I was tired, having woken up at 4:45 a.m. Christ, I think Toronto is a tougher town than Phillie is.įinally, it was time to head down to the tracks, and Amtrak arrived only about five minutes late. The city you remember to mention after you’ve rolled through San Diego, Minneapolis, and Denver. However, the Brooklyn way is the Brooklyn way, and this is freaking Philadelphia – America’s consolation prize. I’m not saying that I’m some sort of tough guy, incidentally. For one such as myself, all I have to do is stare deeply into their eyes and repeat whatever they say to me back at them in a loud monotone, and they soon realize that there is easier prey which will be found elsewhere. Of course, these junkies are from Philadelphia. They weren’t interested in coinage, rather they were sizing me up to see what they could get away with. Two or three different people approached, asking for change or whatever. If you don’t spend time on the streets alone at night, just shut up, you don’t understand what you’re talking about.

#Amtrak elsewhere brooklyn free#

You can say what you want, and be as free thinking and liberal as you desire to be, but where that shit all falls apart is on the street. While marinating in a paranoid 360 degree hyper awareness of my surroundings, and tracking every living human within ten steps of my immediate location, I got busy. If they thought they could get away with killing you and then boiling the body down to sell off the elements you’re composed of, they would. These are “professional junkies,” sly and scheming creatures of the street who see everyone – including their own – through a lens of exploitation.

The junkies of Philadelphia seem to gather here at night, which is something I observed the last time I was passing through. I set myself up for a few long exposure shots while I was waiting, using the “Ultrapod” camera support system which is little bit less conspicuous than the tripod is.

One arrived back at where my day had truly begun – Philadelphia’s 30th street Station, with a good 40-50 minutes to spare before my trip on Amtrak back to NYC was scheduled to occur.