note: junk of pork is currently on hiatus due to being overserved at a mexican restaurant last weekend and misplacing its camera.

meanwhile, month-old pictures:

above: commuter trains run up and down the east shoreline of the lower hudson; in this narrow and otherwise pitch black stretch we run about 100 feet from the shore. the headlight of the train as it zips around the bend of a mountain or out from a clearing scares the crap out of me. every single time.

below: passing under the george washington bridge.