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Project Firebox 44

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

One would normally wax rhapsodic about this specimen found on Northern Blvd. at the foot of the Honeywell Street Bridge, but unfortunately, good old Time Warner Cable is up to their usual tricks tonight and connectivity to the Pentacle is sporadic at best. I’m not sure how long this window will be open. Be back tomorrow, hopefully.

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May 12, 2012 at 12:33 am

Project Firebox 43

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Lonely for olden times, this lonely sentinel stands vigil on Vernon blvd. in Queens. Once, it saw ferries and trolley lines busily engaging in their occupation, today it witnesses only automobiles coming and going from a big box store across the street.

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May 5, 2012 at 12:15 am

Project Firebox 42

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The never ending cacophony that is known to gentry and commoner alike as Astoria Queens often manifests physically. Boundless, the furious tumult and enthusiast spectacle of urban youth often results in the wholescale destruction of street furniture, automobiles, and sometimes- lives. Pity this servant of the public good on 36th avenue, a victim of whim and inattention.

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April 28, 2012 at 12:21 am

Project Firebox 41

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

It has become a surprisingly rare thing to spot the once ubiquitous “It’s a pleasure to serve you” blue and white coffee cup in the wild these days, despite the design’s iconic status. Luckily, one does to have to look much further than the raven haired hillocks of Astoria, where this hapless firebox has been converted into a convenient waste receptacle by some enterprising soul. Give a hoot, don’t pollute.

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April 21, 2012 at 12:15 am

Project Firebox 40

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– photo by Mitch Waxman

At the edge of nowhere in Maspeth, this noble soldier of the realm sits on the truncated remains of the Jamaica and Newtown Turnpike, which was once carried the Maspeth Plank Road over Newtown Creek. A no mans land of trucks, industrial concerns, and desolation, the corner it polices is one seldom travelled except by those of us drawn to the mysteries of the Creeklands. In the distance, one can discern the Freedom Tower rising in the Shining City.

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April 14, 2012 at 12:15 am