I often complain about my commute. While it’s easy to get into Manhattan from our neighborhood, getting to South Brooklyn, where I work, is a little more difficult — a complicated puzzle of buses and/or trains that usually ends up taking 45 minutes to an hour. I quickly learned that the most efficient way for getting from my point A to my point B was walking. I just plug in a good playlist, podcast, or audiobook and pass by some of the best scenery in Brooklyn. So following Zelda’s cue, I’ve put together a little photo essay of my commute. And despite an overcast day, the character of Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights and Prospect Heights shines through.
We’ve written a lot of words on this here blog. But sometimes, a picture can say far more than any sentence, no matter how witty or elegantly crafted. I’m preparing to move at the moment — not away from New York, but my landlord’s decision to sell our current abode has compelled the roomie and I to look elsewhere, Bushwick prices being on a steady climb from painful to downright obscene. We and our books don’t have to be out for another couple months, but the sense of an impending farewell and a big, landscape-altering transition is already looming large in my life. And so I decided now would be a great time to follow my own advice (see previous post), take a walk around the hood, and, camera in hand, notice the things that make it lovely and special, and that have made it into a home over the past two years.