On my way home from Hunter College
Archive for the ‘commute’ Category
Union Square, 14th Street Station, NYC
Thursday, November 10th, 2011James Everett Graseck – Recklessly Romantic
Sunday, March 27th, 2011
Heard and felt the melody's sweeping and moving waves. Whipped out camera spotting him. IRT Subway Station, N, R, 6th Avenue.
Street Shoot Outside Hunter West Building
Sunday, March 6th, 2011March 3, 2010
Saw the tripod. Then the production crew. Then this thought: Students on a shoot.
Wrong.
Lawrence, Kansas: Savage Storm
Thursday, January 20th, 2011WORD editor in this Sun Flower college town. Ten inches predicted by late evening, January 20.
About 3 p.m. Heading south on Wakarusa.
Suspicious Package at Herald Square
Monday, December 20th, 2010
Looking South on Sixth Avenue, Herald Square.
After arriving at the Herald Square area about 1:30 p.m. from a doctor’s appointment – I biked in from Second Avenue and East 36th Street – and planning to hop the PATH back to Jersey City, and then seeing all the NYPDs coming into the area and POs roping off corners, and wondering what catastrophe was in the works until I heard a PO bark at a bunch of people to “move back” and maybe hearing something like, QMfE, “You don’t want to be near here … bomb,” or something like that, I started scurrying for a good shot.
I Really Hate It …
Sunday, December 19th, 2010
… When They Wrap Themselves Around the Pole
And many of my students wouldn’t even “see” this scene.
Savvy Straphanger This Guy
Sunday, November 7th, 2010
How savvy, I thought.
I should have stayed as long as he was to be there to see what was to happen next but I wanted to be on time for my class. Would NYPD roust him? How did the idea come about? Much better than trying to find comfort in those anti-roosting seats [in the background] to discourage the homeless from napping. Yet, something inside me wanted to scream.
Commute
Monday, January 11th, 2010
I like being so diverse, my ethnicity so diverse that it could overwhelm an U.S. Census taker because the blood flowing through my veins makes me so unique, and people don’t know what language I can or can’t speak, as well as guessing where I come from or “ I really like this “ who I am.
Natalia M. Clavijo
The commuting experience of students taking an advanced writing class I occasionally teach — MEDP 299.47, fated to morph real soon to a full-fledge course number sans a decimal point — is finally a functioning assignment.