Floyd Bennett Field was New York City’s first municipal airport.
Despite mayor Fiorello LaGuardia‘s best efforts, it never caught on with commercial airlines or package delivery companies (who preferred Newark airport) and was thus doomed to failure.
Floyd Bennett was eventually superceded by LaGuardia and, eventually JFK. Every few minutes you spend at Floyd Bennett will be interrupted by the sound of the engines of planes coming in for a landing at JFK. It’s fun to try and figure out the carrier painted on each planes’ tail.
To the most iconic bridge in the world
On the occasion of her 125th birthday
I’d just like to say
I’ll never try to sell you to anyone ever again
Because you already belong to the hearts of so many.
May we all look so good and mean so much to so many upon reaching such a momentous milestone.
Happy birthday Brooklyn Bridge!
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Snow has been a rare occurrence this winter.
So when I woke up to a veritable blizzard last week, the idea of going to work suddenly seemed more appealing.
Taking pictures while walking to the subway is a delightful cure for the common commute.
There was a guy walking behind me who seemed completely mystified as to why I would voluntarily spend one second longer then necessary outside.
I didn’t notice until I got home that evening and looked at these photos how delicate and crystalline the snow was.
It was a wonderful day.
We turned up the Bowery on a bright sunny Sunday and walked directly into the darkest, flatest, steeliest grey sky I have ever seen.
It looked like a giant movie monster should be entering stage left to destroy the city. It was so ominous. Thankfully the only thing it was a harbinger of was a furious snow flurry.
I was trying to take a picture of these three pugs that were cowering next to their home and making snorfly pug noises.
On the first shot, my camera focused on the fence, so I got the photo you see above.
As I stood there fiddling, trying to get the camera to do what I wanted, the middle pug got fed up and with a horrific, dragon-like woof/whimper came charging at the fence, scaring the bejezus out of me and amusing Isaac nearly to the point of rolling on the sidewalk and crying, he was laughing so hard.
Needless to say I did not get a second shot.