You can find the Pokemon Wall painted by Andaluz the Artist in the town of Huntington at: 231 Broadway, Huntington, NY 11743
On Wednesday night, the weather was absolutely perfect for riding. I met up with Brian and we rode our fraternal twinsie FZ07’s out to the town of Huntington, here on Long Island. I wanted to finally see the Pokemon wall mural that is painted on the side of a building in the Greenlawn area.
Unfortunately, we didn’t make it before the sun went down so we weren’t able to see everything in its vibrant, full-color glory. It was also a challenge to snap photos of the whole piece in the dark with the floodlight on the side of the building shining so brightly.
But, making lemonade out of lemons ~ the dark of night provided its own sense of drama.
And now that I know where the Pokemon wall mural is, swinging by in the daylight will be easy-peasy. I’m definitely going to do that!
The mural is so packed with characters to look at! It provided a wonderfully dramatic photo backdrop for our wee FZs.
The Pokemon Wall
The wall mural was painted in 2016 at the height of the Pokemon Go craze by local artist Andaluz the Artist. You can see his work all over the island, and especially around the town of Huntington.
The gorgeous crochet-covered tree is on the grounds of the Long Island Museum in Stony Brook. It joins several other yarn-bombed trees on the campus.
While I encourage supporting the museum, it is visible without entering.
Between the pattern, the coverage, and the vibrancy of the colors, this tree is a real showstopper!
“We’re very excited to announce that artist Carol Hummel, designer of the crocheted trees is returning to the museum this year to freshen up some of the existing trees and create a whole new design for an additional tree!”
There’s no good reason at all that I’m posting this photo of the Bonnie next to the track-clearing plow train. I just like it.
JAWS III sits beside the Long Island Railroad Museum in Greenport, NY. Whenever I stick close to home I seem to find myself out there on Long Island’s north fork.
Lately Ive been trying to find ways to kickstart my creativity. Or more accurately, hang on to it. I have no trouble getting inspired or excited about ideas. The follow-through is where I go to pieces. That seems to be the result of expecting too much or being too restrictive with my peculiar rules about what things I should be posting and when. I mean… I’m not writing medical research here. I’m not a business. I’m not a professional writer. I’m not building a “brand.” I’m just a dope with a computer who is recording their thoughts.
Somehow I get derailed by the idea that a blog is supposed to be more highbrow than what I might post to Instagram. That’s my favorite social distraction. But because of it’s ease and my low expectations of it, Insta has become a surrogate blog. There – people (I?) seem to be fine with long posts, short posts, no words, 20 posts in a day, or whatever. Anything goes. I need to adopt that type of thinking for my blog. My rigid ideas about blogging aren’t doing me any good. They make me not blog. And I think writing things down is good for me.
And soooo… hopefully I can get out of my own way here. Moving on! 🙂
Finding places to ride your motorcycle to where there are few people can prove to be challenging on Long Island. But the further east you go, the more elbow room you have. One of my favorite places to head to for both a clear mind and to grab a bite to eat is the Orient Country Store on the north fork.
When my wheels dip right onto Village Lane, it is almost as if I am someplace else. The ever-present hustle and bustle, the traffic, the McMansions of western Long Island are nothing but a memory. Thing on the east end feel… normal.
This morning, I hopped on the Enfield and headed out to this familiar spot to grab a coffee and some breakfast. It is such a treat to be able to sit on their front porch and watch people trickle in and out of the quaint store.
While sitting inside waiting for my breakfast sandwich, I eavesdropped on the other patrons in the store. Solely based on what I overheard from some other ladies who were in the store, I immediately felt like I am a weirdo who doesn’t “fit” with her peers. Granted, I am basing this impression on a mere snippet of conversation. That is no more fair for me to judge them based on that than it would be for them to do the reverse based on some arbitrary thing they saw me do or say.
One thing I DO know though, is that there are far too many young women who speak like monotone robots these days. What the hell is that all about?
“oh my god, karen, I am like, totally obsessed with your shoes.” vs. “Oh, My GOD, KAREN! I am like, TOTALLY OBSESSED with your SHOES!” See the difference? No? I’m probably just getting old.
I have decided that some of my favorite people that I meet while out riding around are dogs. They’re just the coolest 🙂