Off Off the Beaten Track: Dutch Kills (Borderland Wonderland, Part 3)
The sectors of a city . . . are decipherable, but the personal meaning they have for us is incommunicable, as is the secrecy of private life in general, regarding which we possess nothing but pitiful documents.
The service road beside Newtown Creek, past the forking railroad tracks spanning Dutch Kills, looked ripe for exploration. The satellite photo was ambiguous, though; it looked like the only way onto the tracks was through a large truck depot, but was it accessible? Would the gatekeepers of industry bar my way?
Up from the subway
Onto the footbridge
Highway cash crop
Target acquired. Trespassing? I don’t know, but it felt like it.
On the rickety wooden footbridge between the forking railroad tracks. . . the rumbling and clanking of the scrap yards on the creek within earshot . . . I am ecstatic beneath the satellite photos that guided me here.
On Railroad Avenue I heard something rustling behind me and I turned quickly, thinking it a rat. It was a puppy from the scrap yard, a dusty little mutt, sweet as can be, rabidly frisky, nipping at my fingers—pure motion.
We had a moment together . . . Goodbye sweet little dusty scrap yard puppy.
Maspeth/Calvary Cemetery (Borderland Wonderland, Part 2)
Edge of the cemetery
Crossing the bridge to Queens
A concrete factory on English Kills
The Crane District
Living in industry
It's a living
Full frontal ductwork
Bridge to the end
Buried under debt
Death of industry (smokestack tombstone)
The last pitch
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