so, the following pictures are from a week i did in new england. i had a job building an engine for a friend of mine. so i packed a backpack up with clothes and tools and such, and set out for new hampshire on a greyhound bus.
108 second exposure.
cleveland's greyhound station. vintage styled "push" placards. taken from the original doors.
trash caught in a little whirlwind. only in fucking newark, nj. new jersey is fucking gross. i see no need to ever go back, let alone keep allowing the state to be part of the USA. if any state succeeds ever, let it be new jersey. new jersey is like that smelly, nasty kid in gym class. you only pick him for your dodgeball team because you have to. otherwise the founding fathers would have been glad to be a state short. /endNJrant.
this girl was some great company for a layover in NYC. she only poured me beers, but i presume she is an equally good waitress. this is her struggling to hold up my pack during a very slow lunch service.
i had a few brooklyn lager's before i got back on the bus. i wish i knew where to get more of this stuff.
traditional new york cuisine.
homeless and creepin'.
panorama of SE New hampshire's skyline.
a rock fence. these were very common in new hampshire as a means of property marking and such. they draw lines all over the state, from border to border.
fancy moss.
EVERY ONE OF THOSE BLACK SPECKS IS A BUG. OHMYFUCK.
so many decrepit buildings. i wanted to explore but didn't have time, and my host wasn't very keen on trespassing.
ye olde cemetery. many headstones in the yard that were still in good shape and legible dated to early 1800's. there were nearly double the headstones that were either illegible, or disintegrated into a mere nub of stone.
kind of morbid to know, that after a couple hundred years, your only mark on this earth could be a nub of stone that once said something timeless, and your dates to be remembered.
Napoli's pizza, of Haverhill, MA.
stay smoking.
looks fun. like a path to adventure.
thank you, bud light platinum, for adding another color to the broken glass at state park drinking spots.
Haverhill, MA train station.
somewhere in boston. wasn't paying attention. too busy getting lifted.
some ol' colonial shit. specifically the D of E signing place.
and a shitty self portrait of myself in front of it, to prove i was drunk in boston.
i dont know what it is, but i like taking pictures of people taking pictures.
more boston. near the financial district.
fancy doors.
more boston.
mural & panorama of mural.
trains @ south station.
nyc skyline. timeless.
scaffolding snaps.
someone put a cat on my door like this, please.
Don't mind how pink in the face i am, i had been drinking for 9 hours thus far, between bus and train rides.
also, WTF is this stupid closet sized pisser???
so, the following pictures are of my transitive time. the time i have spent in ohio tying off loose ends and such, and doing work for various people, and trying to be grateful of my situation, and what is to come.
the little miami river, if i am not mistaken. went on a walk out here with my lady and took this one night.
a '71 honda n-600 i got running for a friend. its a hilarious little clown car that as seen, is intensely fun to drive. i do mechanic work on the side where ever i am. it pays the few bills i have and puts beer in my belly.
birthday bonfire. 30 sec. exposure.
one man band @ yellow springs street fair, yellow springs, ohio.
geo-caching with some peeps in parks.
breakfast in color.
