Tadeusz Kościuszko Skyway Manhole Dawn

Magical things I have seen running early


Sunny Run



Dawn Poems


Tidepool Poems

Porcelin Art



High Rise Res


I have been running along these rails, under the BQE, between the First and 4th< namespace="" prefix="st1" ns="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" xml="true">CalvaryCemetery for a couple of years now.  It is a quiet peaceful hidden side of New York.  I love getting away from where all the people. Where the high concentrations of people are, there seems to be much more “papagallismo” or “peacocking,” which I often feel the need of release from  Away from the daily promenade, where anxiety exposes posturing, make-up, fashion and competition, in and amongst the early 20th century infrastructure, where things get made, I find peace, quiet, space and sky.

This photo-collage ties together the peace I feel out there at dawn in and amongst the powerful industry of the past.  But if you look closely you can see that the manhole cover I collided with dawn was made in India.  Furthermore, if it wasn’t dawn you could see that most of the infrastructure in the landscape is rusted and in disrepair.  Sigh, it is rare that I see trains on this rail spur between Long IslandCity and Maspeth and points beyond (The Exotic South of Brooklyn?).  However, I always find peace and quiet out there by Newtown Creek, no matter how noisey it is.






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