Cribblebush, the scrubland between Bushwick and the ferries to Manhattan before the Revolutionary war is now East Williamsburg. An area of industry where trash goes to be recycled, enormous industrial lots lie fallow, and the Newton Creek terminates in a Superfund site.
A tall bike, on the last block with significant art walls.
Welded to a loading dock, next to an abandoned couch.
A great mural on an old factory building.
This couple’s view, their building covered in androgynous figures with five breasts and two faces, three stories tall.
East of Morgan Ave, on Johnson St, the beginning of industry.
A foot bridge on Scott Ave over the Long Island railroad spur. A mattress, a homeless den in the riot of green.
Trash cars to be removed, refuse of Brooklyn and Queens.
Keeping the dust down, pounding old board and construction debris into chips.
Two ghost bikes. A memorial to traffic fatalities.
The English Kills portion of Newtown Creek. The aeration pipe bellow: an engineer’s solution to the anoxic water that kills everything but the sewage bacteria. The city began dumping raw sewage in 1856. The air keeps the smell down, now a Superfund site, one of the most polluted waterways in America.
Counting his money, all metal recycling here.
A couple passes in front of another solid waste plant, huge machinery sorting piles of refuse.
The end of Cherry St, up under the Kosciuszko Bridge, the northeasternmost point in East Williamsburg.
The tagged side of a container, a wall under the bridge.
Billboards rise out of an abandoned granite countertop factory lot.
A water break in the Frost playground in the shadow of the Cooper Park Houses. Some of the best water I’ve ever tasted, cold a clean. Perfect for brewing beer.
The neighborhood around Olive St. Alive with kids and dads pushing strollers.
Crossing Morgan St, the Long Island spur; the tractors to couple trains together.
Looking back at the last bit of the spur which runs behind the Wick, supplying the breweries of last century.