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A little bit of Bushwick

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We stayed in Bushwick in an Air BnB flat that was rather nice and possibly the cleanest accommodation I have ever stayed at. Bushwick is one of those emerging neighbourhoods, so it’s got some cool places, but also a lot of stodgy old places. And great restaurants but more boring dives. Unfair to compare it to Williamsburg, except that I keep hearing it’s the new Williamsburg. Maybe in ten years. And that’s fine.

First thing I noticed was the subway station. Dekalb Avenue. Bog standard, run of the mill, out of a movie set subway station.
17-3-15 subway-1And the people down there, waiting for trains, I suppose they’re your bog standard people.

17-3-15 subway-2Funny how the Bedford one is so cool, you can feel the buzzy energy… and just a few stops down the line… oh well…

So I didn’t take many photos ‘of’ Bushwick, but I took some photos ‘in’ Bushwick. Like these:
Bushwick-3Just a great sense of urgency here…

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I thought this was a sacrilegious Madonna -until I went to process the photo and saw it wasn’t one at all…

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And, yes, everything is art now – the beer on the wall

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And also the wall

Bushwick-4And the tabletops

Bushwick-7And the slightly crazy lady taking these photos…

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18/04/2015 at 10:48 pm

Going to Church

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Unexpectedly came up this tiny little church near Awhitu Central, on our way to the Manukau Head Lighthouse this past weekend. Thought we’d stop and take a few photos.

I think God would like it here.

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These seat cushions are all hand-made, one of a kind. The little blankets you see over the pews are for when the church is very cold on Sunday mornings. Very tiny, only 7 rows of pews. Nothing flash.

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22/07/2013 at 1:37 am

Before the race

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I’ve always liked ‘spying’ on performers before they go on, before they become who they are when they are doing that thing that they can do – and we can’t…

These two jockeys were hanging out before mounting their horses, grabbing a quick smoke. Looking a bit tough, and a bit dangerous…

 

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27/02/2013 at 12:16 am

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