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.

—Guy Debord

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
Billboard harvest

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)

Borderland wonderland
Edge of the cemetery
Industrial periphery

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

Exit R.I.P.

Buried under debt

Corporate headstone

Death of industry (smokestack tombstone)

The last pitch

Under the Kosciuszko Bridge (Greenpoint)

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