Storm Sandy’s Aftermath

I went out for a walk today for some much needed leg stretching after being cooked up inside during Storm Sandy. There were a few genuine scary moments due to excessive gusts of wind that wobbled the apartment, I guess it was these gusts that pulled down so many trees. I love my neighborhood and it’s a strange feeling seeing parts of it uprooted and broken. The upside was watching young children claiming fallen trees as their own, they also appeared to be more fun to climb that way.
The last two photographs are of the large tree in front of our apartment that had me concerned and of our (thankfully) unscathed balcony.

Off The Beaten Path

Most nights I walk the five and a half miles home from work for exercise. Unfortunately the quickest and most direct route cuts through some of the ugliest parts of Queens. Heavy industry flavors the air while wastelands and half forgotten cemeteries provide quiet sleeping areas for Canadian overnight truckers and their empty cargo. Fathers teach their daughters to drive on empty streets and dogs are let free from their leash by texting owners. It always makes for a sobering passage home. I use the time to think and plan out my evening, my week and on occasion if feeling brave, events past Christmas.
Last week I took a detour and explored a little off the beaten path. I discovered an action movie being shot, abandoned luxurious apartments with stellar views of the city anchored in the slums that fell victim to the property crash and witnessed an entire building get demolished as guard dogs tried to bite through metal fences to get to me. Did you know that there is a man that lives alone in a Winnebago on the off ramp of the Long Island Expressway? 
My greatest find was the below photograph. “NOTHING HAPPENS UNLESS FIRST A DREAM” and the blank billboard board before it.            

I remember years back walking home by the same route and a tune found it’s way into my head. The old post is here if you’re interested.

…It’s Good To Be Alive: Walking Home

Walking Home

Photographs by C. Dempsey
Music “Walking Home” by C. Dempsey

On days I don’t cycle to work I will walk the 5 1/2 miles home through the back roads of Queens from Maspeth to Astoria. I always carry my camera and often stop to photograph anything that catches my attention. Yesterday I walked home and couldn’t get a song out of my head. I decided to record it and put up a bunch of random pictures I take on my journeys. I also added three or four snaps taken at random while out walking elsewhere.
I’m finding it hard, particularly with the current hot weather (hot for an Irishman) to be creative after a days work. For this song I literally picked up the guitar and just played. No polish, no neat edges.
A song, like an idea, a joke, or dialogue for something I am writing can plague me, going around and around my head until I write it down. Then it’s gone forever, never to be heard again. This song is on my blog and I know I will never play it again.