In Cars

After taking pics of the Little Red Lighthouse, under the George Washington Bridge, I kept along the bike path headed north.
Just before being lead to 181st Street in Harlem, I took an unofficial footpath that goes toward the opening of the Amtrak line, so I can photograph the graffiti.
I found along the way a few abandoned cars - something I really wasn't expecting to come across.
There were about three old vehicles; heavily destroyed. From what I gathered, they were involved in an accident, driving off the 9A (which runs along the tracks, though above it), but never cleaned up, and left to rot there.

I Dig Your Drawers

This is an odd handbill I found on the A train for an underwear-selling composer.

This is not a poor scan, but how the flier actually looks.

Death Don't Deal In Stupid

Last weekend, I went to PA flea markets, and bought a scythe for the Infernum Tattoo Studio.
I took it to work using the NYC subway today, and overheard the following remarks:
"Why is he carrying a death stick?" as well as "That dude's got the Grim Reaper's ax!"

I Can Hold It

Papa Large

The following are the best, 12 of about 50, Polaroid photos from James, who calls (called) himself "Papa Large." 

Not sure if he died, or an ex was pissed, but many of his belongings were thrown about the sidewalk right outside my front door. After a few days, I took the begrudging luxury of cleaning it up, and, though making a packette of stamps out of the raw deal, I also picked up the photo album to thumb through. 

In the pictures within, it looks as P-Large was documenting his first year of college in 1993. The photos make it seem like he had a fun time, which involved a lot of girls, but with how I came across his memento, I hope he is okay today.

I hope this post to be a meditation on how easily some can throw people away.