Damn it’s been cold!
We’ve both been working “over-nights”, or rather Graveyard shift, for the past month or so witch means we’ve been doing our commuting to the city in the middle of the night, the coldest part of the day, and the only upside, besides the fact that we make just a little more money than if we were working days, are the sunrises.
I mean, it’s not like I take my camera to my wage-slave-gig but my shoe-phone can even capture the dramatics here.
…And you cant argue with the fact that Gotham City is pretty freaking intense looking in the morning.
So far we’ve been using our time pretty well considering our work schedules. We’ve taken in some theater, some museums, Central Park lots of street food and some of my favorite graffiti of all time.
(If you haven’t seen the documentary “Resurrect Dead”, you should, it will explain the above photo captured in the middle of the street in the Garment District…)
Anyway, the big city is a blast and we’re making the best of it and staying as warm as possible. Even considering all the issues we’ve had with our propane heating system, our shore power battery charger and 1/2 of our electric blanket all going tits up at the same time, still, we’re keeping our little boat cozy and warm with plenty of daytime snuggling under tons of blankets in each others arms.
I fucking love this town!
Smart…Maxwell Smart. The city will grow on a person ,considering it’s multi-everything going on at all times of day and night. I worked 2nd Ave tunnel by East 63rd. 4PM -midnight. it was so intense to get off at midnight and Manhattan was just starting to get rocking. We did some crazy shit back then. But, it comes down to looking at the positive of your environment, the city is like a pumping heart. You just got to use it’s blood to refresh and enjoy life. I love that you used the term tits up. I’m usually the only one to say it, and had to explain it to my wife a few years ago. I still laugh at that. Anyway, stay safe and warm. And as always,ALOHA
Reality always transcends fantasy…
My fantasy of today would be: me and Dena in a slightly bigger boat, with a bigger head, a much better heater and a table where I could set my computer up to write my thoughts. I wouldn’t be worried about making it to my wage-slave-gig on the other side of the Hudson by 0500 and I definitely wouldn’t be shoveling out the cockpit with a dust pan, but hey, I’ll take this over normality any day.
“Warm” is the perfect shell on a distant blue water island in the southern hemisphere. For now that particular fantasy is tits up in the muck at Etoen.
I learned it from YOU Tom, I learned it from you!
Thanks My Brahdah, We do , what we do. And we do it Damn well.