Ten Years Gone.

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Summer 2011.

Hello,

I hope you are well.

Looking down Flatbush Avenue one can see the Brooklyn Nets Stadium rapidly taking over the skyline.

T-Money smiling for the camera.

Austin does Greenville.

Really?

Beach Art.

Summer Soup.

More to come.

Cheers,

JT

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Taking Five…..

Great Lines. Don't know the artist's name.

Can you name a picture you did not take?

Is that allowed?

I am calling this one “Future”.

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Incense and Peppermints.

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If you are around this Saturday come meat us at the Flea.

Fort Greene, 10-5. You never know what treasures we will have hiding in our booth!

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Brian Wilson is Pajama Rich

HELLO FOLKS!

Just some more Diana and Jon cellphone randoms. Emphasis on random!

imageClose up of Brian Wilson on the cover of last weeks Village Voice.

imagePhotograph by Diana. Newspaper clipping from Daily News. Halfway Home.

imageFrom Wiki:Egyptians used nail color to signify social order, with shades of red at the top. Queen Nefertiti the wife of the king Akhenaton, colored her fingernails and toenails ruby red; Cleopatra favored crimson. Women of lower rank who colored their nails were permitted only pale colors.

imageEven Johnny Cash’s sister belongs to the Park Slope Food Coop. Sorry for the lack of artist credit. I think it looks a bit like Conan O’Brien.

The broken remains of a lifetime in Brooklyn, NY, USA. One old couch cut in half, one vacuum, and one electric broom.
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It was ringing when I walked by. Seriously.
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Let us end on a happier note.

Til next time. Ciao.

Jon

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PURE EVIL IN PROSPECT PARK!

You sense something is wrong. There is a crowd of people standing in a semicircle. Your adrenaline starts flowing. You steady yourself and slowly walk towards the scene prepared to see the blood and guts of a terrible accident. What can be drawing so many people on this beautiful, sunny day? A day whose lifted mask will soon reveal the true depravity and hellish nature of our urban oasis.

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Not even a Raccoon can resist french fries.

No judgements Raccoon. No judgements.

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