It was a pleasant morning when I made this photo trek.
It was only last weekend but seems like ages ago.
Maybe lurking around in places like this can change one's sense of time as well as one's sense of scale. But that's a risk that must be taken, in the quest for photographic ground truth. Where the technicolor fun and fantasy fits into this scheme I don't know. Maybe it doesn't fit at all. Like, I really care. Ha.
Documenting that alley in that slice of time, in the starkest terms possible.
Plenty of time later for technicolor fun and fantasy. Not now.
First, we're going to have it raw.
Continuing.
This stuff is old and very improvised looking.
That's it for today.
Plenty of time for garden stuff later. I did the alley as a series of black&white/grayscale shots and color pics. First I will put up all of the non-color pics, and then I will put up all of the color shots. At ten per day this will take me into July. By that time the patio garden should be the usual jungle and I can spend some time there. As usual, file sizes have been reduced significantly. Full size pics are always archived on removable media.
So this is the "locator". Obviously 34th Street or nearby.
We are entering the alley. Looks like something out of a David Lynch movie.
I can already see that it's going to be hard to keep track of things.
And this is our first real "sight". Soon the "sights" will be coming thick and fast!
While the God Emperor (sarcasm) continues to deteriorate and malfunction in full FUBAR mode, let us examine this microcosm of plastic body parts and panels and small businesses, all hidden away where almost no one would look. Except for me, of course. And some pics from the patio garden as it develops anew in 2020. Then the latest alley, in which I tried something different. So much to do.
Good old funky walls.
Good old funky businesses, full of honest sweat and grease and metal shavings.
This gives a clue to location.
This is also a clue. Now, the garden, as it appeared several weeks ago.
We'll still be in the garden next time because I've got more work to do on the new batch of pics.
It was only last weekend but seems like ages ago. 
Maybe lurking around in places like this can change one's sense of time as well as one's sense of scale. But that's a risk that must be taken, in the quest for photographic ground truth. Where the technicolor fun and fantasy fits into this scheme I don't know. Maybe it doesn't fit at all. Like, I really care. Ha.
