Count every street.
Read the highways.
We read New York's own traffic cameras in real time. Every camera gives an honest count — how many vehicles, what kind, how big. On the sharpest cameras, Bilbo reads further: the make, the color, the company on the side of the truck. And where the pixels can't back a claim, it says "can't tell" — never a guess. The traffic, never the people.
The block, this second
917 cameras, three tiers
- Everything below, plus in daylight: make, often the model, the company on the side, what it's carrying, racks and damage
- Which state the plate is from — by its color and design, roughly half the time
- Buses read almost like name-tags: route, destination, fleet number
- Never: the plate number, faces, or following a vehicle between cameras
- Everything below, plus daytime color and bus spotting
- Big-fleet recognition by color and shape — a hot-pink mover reads at 42 pixels
- Can't tell: make or model, fine lettering, plates
- Count, type, size, direction — the honest floor, everywhere
- Daytime color, and loud standard liveries like taxi yellow
- Can't tell: make, model, company lettering, plates — the information isn't in the pixels
917 eyes, drawing the city themselves
Traffic over time
Rush curve — average by hour
What's out there
Vehicle types by size
Handles — how a person asks the data
| Handle | Blue | Orange | Purple |
|---|---|---|---|
| Count · type · size · direction | ✓ | ✓ | ✓ |
| Color | day only | day only | day only |
| Vehicle class (sedan / SUV / box truck / semi…) | ✓ | ✓ | ✓ |
| Company / livery | day | big fleets, by color-block | loud liveries only |
| Make | day, usually | can't tell | can't tell |
| Model | day, clean angle | can't tell | can't tell |
| Plate state (never the number) | ~half, by design | can't tell | can't tell |
| Bus route · destination · fleet number | ✓ | route, often | bus only |
| Individual features (loads · racks · damage) | day | can't tell | can't tell |
Fleets on file
| Company | Line of work | Livery | Vehicle | Confidence |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| opening the catalogue… | ||||
Fleet fingerprint — every corner's character
| Intersection | Signature | Sedan | SUV/van | Pickup+ | Truck | Bus | Seen |
|---|
Busiest intersections — all time
| Intersection | Vehicles | Passes |
|---|
By intersection — this pass
| Intersection | Tier | Cars | Trucks | Buses | Moto | mi |
|---|
The city, narrated.
Bilbo reads every corner and writes down what changed — surges, quiet streets, heavy-vehicle clusters, the busiest blocks on record. Plain-English dispatches, ranked by surprise, every one traceable back to the count.
What it's noticing
Go back on the record
What we don't do
Watch it learn.
Every reading on this site comes from a vision model — and this is where those models go to school. Counting graduated long ago; the academy now teaches the harder art of reading a vehicle — its class, its color, its company, its make — one skill at a time, each skill graded separately, each one taught to say "can't tell" below its pay grade. Telemetry published live from the rig.
How the academy runs, forever
Sweep the cameras
Round the clock, weighted by tier — the 25 blue cameras every sweep, oranges often, purples lightly. Rain, dusk and night get oversampled on purpose.
Name the easy, flag the hard
A stronger model auto-names the obvious. The sharpest, hardest close-ups go to the gold bench below for a careful read — or an abstention.
One skill per head
Each skill — class, color, company, plate state, make — is its own small model, trained in free cloud GPU bursts when enough new material banks.
Exam on unseen cameras
Every generation sits the same exam: cameras it never trained on, split day and night. A step up means real learning, not memorization.
Raise the bar, or stay quiet
Heads that pass earn the street. Heads that don't keep abstaining in public while they study in private. Then the sweep begins again.
One head per skill — each on its own staircase
What it's reading, right now
Pop test — graded against the teacher
The current report card
The staircase — is it actually getting better?
Accuracy up, loss down
What the student sees right now
The close-up library
Make & model — earned reads only
The abstain gauge — the courage to say "can't tell"
How right the student is, over time
What it studies
The catalogue, filling in
How this stays honest
The ethical Palantir.
Truth about a city isn't neutral, and it isn't free-floating. It's produced — by whoever owns the instruments that measure the world. Own the instrument, own the truth. Bilbo Data takes one of those instruments out of the private room and hands it to everyone.
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun, we talk about the law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife, we talk about rules.
If we come empty-handed, we talk as equals.
But if you hold a gun and I hold nothing — there is no conversation.
— Michel FoucaultThe régime of truth
A handful of institutions are "charged with saying what counts as true" about the city. The state runs the cameras. Palantir and its cousins run the analysis. The facts get produced inside rooms you'll never enter, then handed down to you as objective. The instrument is the power.
"Truth is a thing of this world… Each society has its régime of truth… the techniques and procedures accorded value in the acquisition of truth; the status of those who are charged with saying what counts as true." — Michel Foucault, Truth and Power
Bilbo Data breaks that monopoly. The same class of instrument — a full Palantir-style eye on the streets, the same computer vision — pointed at the same city. The only difference is who holds it: everyone. Open data, open method, public the second it exists. Not a gentler tool, not a watered-down one — the real thing, taken out of the private room and put in the street.
The name — a tale of two Tolkien references
Both companies reached into the same book. They chose opposite ends of it.
What they named themselves after
The palantíri were the elves' crystal spheres that let you see across the world. By the Third Age they belonged to the powerful — Stewards, wizards, the Dark Lord — and they corrupted nearly everyone who looked in: Denethor to despair and suicide, Saruman to ruin. Even Sauron couldn't make the Stone lie; he could only show selective truths. An all-seeing instrument that rots the hand that holds it.
What we named ourselves after
In the Ring-verse power is rationed to the elite — three rings for the Elven-kings, seven for the Dwarf-lords, nine for Mortal Men, one for the Dark Lord. Then a hobbit, the smallest and most overlooked creature alive, ends up holding the master ring itself — carries the ultimate instrument of power and stays himself, and becomes the first bearer ever to give it up freely.
That's the whole thesis: same seeing-stone, opposite hands. The instrument only kings and dark lords were meant to hold, put in the paws of the one creature that doesn't get ruled by it. And — literally — Bilbo is my girlfriend's dog: a small creature, no one's idea of a hero, who ends up carrying something the powerful would rather keep for themselves. Made anonymously, in New York.
From counting to reading
Bilbo began as a counter — how many cars cross a corner each minute — and on most of the city's cameras it still is one, proudly. But we measured all 917 cameras against real footage and found the fleet isn't uniform: twenty-five of them, all on the highways, are sharp enough to genuinely read a vehicle. On those, in daylight, Bilbo learns the make, often the model, the color, the company painted on the side, what's strapped to the roof — even which state the plate is from, by its color and design alone. A bus practically introduces itself: route, destination, fleet number.
Every one of those claims is tier-gated: a camera only asserts what its pixels can carry, and below that bar the answer is "can't tell" — printed on the page, as an answer, in public. That's the discipline that makes the reading trustworthy: we'd rather tell you nothing than tell you something almost true. What Bilbo still refuses to do is follow a vehicle from camera to camera, read a plate number, or look at a person. The eye that recognizes is the more powerful eye; the restraint is in what we refuse to let it see, even when we could.
Rebuilding American parking supremacy
An operating system for the world's most contested eight feet of asphalt. Deployed at scale on President Street.
Full-spectrum hazard awareness
Real-time detection of the delivery van that stopped exactly where it shouldn't. Mission-critical. Hydrant-adjacent.
Situational awareness for the 3 o'clock surge
When the bell rings, the corridor changes character. Bilbo sees the shift before the crossing guard does.
Autonomous corridor intelligence
Every bus, every block, timed camera-to-camera. Grandiose name. Humble mission. Counts the B44.
- No faces. Never detected, never stored. At a traffic camera's resolution a person is a smudge, and we keep it that way.
- No plate numbers. At most, on the sharpest cameras, Bilbo reads which state a plate is from — by its color and design, the way any passenger would. The number itself is physically unreadable at these resolutions, and we never try.
- No tracking. Bilbo does not follow a vehicle from one camera to the next. Every reading belongs to a single camera and a single moment. There is no route, no history, no owner in our data — because we cannot, and will not, build one.
- Vehicles, not people. Bilbo counts and measures vehicles. It does not profile pedestrians — no shirt, no face, no name. People stay part of the crowd.
- "Can't tell" is an answer. Every claim is gated by what the camera can actually resolve — tier, distance, daylight. Below the bar, the system says so out loud instead of guessing. A confident wrong label is the one thing we refuse to ship.
- Findings, not footage. Every frame is read, then discarded. We keep the count and the shape of the traffic — not the video.
- Auditable. Public cameras in, open method, every claim stamped with a time and a confidence.
