Looking west in another unfortunate attempt
to shoot at 1/30 f/4 without a tripod. Actually, the blur is
more from moving vehicles than hand shake. My hands, despite
frequent coffee nerve shakes, were pretty darn steady. Oh when
oh when will I give in and buy a badly needed 50/1.7 lens for
my Maxxum? Either that, or a comfortable piece of all-purpose
luggage that will fit my trusty old manual focus X700, for which
I have a 50/1.7. Ach, I guess my next trip over here will require
I lug my tripod with me.
To the right, looking northeast, a Long Island Railroad train
chugs out towards Woodside, where it will either split off for
Port Washington, or the main line towards Jamaica. For the former,
it will pass over Queens Blvd. two more times; the latter, once.
This endless love affair between railroad and auto-road is one
of the little told stories of New York City. The lack of clarity
here I have absolutely no excuse for, as I had plenty of broken
chain link fencing to rest against. |