Three posts in a month? Is it possible? We’ll see, but as the sun sets later and later every day, I’ve been feeling more optimistic about taking pictures. The trick is leaving home, because around here I see the same things every day, and I really don’t want to take any more pictures of my walk to the subway station, or my walk from the subway to my office. I haven’t posted many of those, because they generally are not very good. The days when I take my camera with me to work, I find myself wishing for some sort of terrible tragedy or major construction mishap, and then immediately after that I feel very guilty for wishing that something terrible would happen, just so that I could take some pictures. Now, in order to avoid wishing death and maiming on people I don’t even know, I have taken to leaving my camera at home, and now my worst fear is that something terrible and epic will happen, and I won’t have my camera - I’m not so much worried about a terrorist attack or sudden giant explosion in midtown - I’m worried about that happening, and having to just watch without taking pictures. I freely admit - I am a terrible person. In the absence of disasters, here are a few pictures of decidedly non-tragic circumstances.

This is a couple weeks ago, although it is snowing outside now - when it snows in New York at night, everything turns orange. The street lights reflect off the snow, and that orange light hits the falling snow and the low clouds, and everything turns this pale peachy orange. Recenly I’ve been mssing almost everying about Japan, but this orange color is one thing that I missed about New York. I think my best nights of sleep are when the sky is orange and the back yard is snowy.

Neko and I have a grand old time every day. In this picture she has taken up residence in the cabinet that holds her food. Today she caught a mouse and (maybe) ate it! Neko: 1, Rodents: 0.

Last weekend Fred and I went out to Montauk on Saturday morning to carry a heavy slab of stone up some stairs. That was basically the whole trip - two hours in the car, two hundred pounds of stone, two more hours in the car. It sounds kind of tedious, but Montauk is wonderful even in the winter, and the air smells different than the air in Brooklyn. It has been really cold recently, so the pond was frozen. No matter how many times you do it, there is something decidedly strange about walking on a pond.

Fred took this - if I had tried to set the timer and then run out onto the ice, you would have a picture of me falling down or sliding on my back. In retrospect, that would have been a pretty great picture.

I’m floating!

We took the Suburban, so for the first time in a while, I was driving home in a tall car - I’m used to the BMW and the Volvo. As we passed over the Kosciuszko Bridge, I could suddenly see the giant cemetary that sits next to the BQE. It’s a huge cemetary, and old. As far back as I remember, I have memories of glimpsing the rows of headstones through the BQE railing, so I guess it’s fitting now that I took some pictures of it.

Smashed up coffins piled around an old dead tree? No, but what if?

What a pretty place.

The last thing is that recently I’ve been writing on another blog - I know, you are wondering why I have time for another blog if I can barely update Ben in Brooklyn once a month, but the answer to that is that this other blog is a team effort, and the team is called The Mild Bunch. Myself, Brendon, Lena, and Matt are writing about movies, TV shows, and whatever other sorts of entertainment we decide to partake in. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s angry, I can promise it will rarely make you sad. We have been updating relatively frequently, so if you are bored at work, at home, or not bored but are in need of something to distract you, come on by.