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Friday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

April 24th, and a longish walk around the eastern side of Newtown Creek continued on as I crossed out of Industrial Maspeth and into an area called “East Williamsburgh” in Brooklyn. 30 years ago, you would have just said Bushwick.

Kitty.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I followed my toes, and headed over to Vandervoort where a right turn was undertaken. Along the way, a screaming ambulance rolled past.

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Nearby the toxic acreage known as the “National Grid site” one encountered another street cat chilling away the afternoon.

Kitty.

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Another right hand turn and I was walking through an area which looks like the Ukrainian and Russian militaries were duking it out there, and a large contingent of adolescents were spotted. A wide berth was instituted.

Teenagers… no impulse control…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A neat graffiti truck was spotted on Bridgewater/Norman Avenue nearby Apollo Street in Greenpoint.

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Pictured above is an explanation as to why your allergies were so bad at the end of April. Visual dichotomy always pulls me in.

More next week at this – your Newtown Pentacle.


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June 10, 2022 at 11:00 am

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Thursday

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April 24th saw me taking a very long walk indeed. Truth be told, I ended up having to stamp out a small fire in the afternoon, and decided to get the time back by taking a cab to an opportune jumping off point in Industrial Maspeth – or as I call it “The Happy Place.”

I just couldn’t stand the thought of spending an interminable hour and change walking through residential neighborhoods and losing the light accordingly. It was worth the $20.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

MTA has a maintenance facility hereabouts, and they were in the process of decommissioning several Long Island Railroad passenger cars. One scuttled on and on.

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At Maspeth Creek, I noticed a Canada Goose on a nest. She said “NAAAG” and stuck her tongue out at me, which I’ve since learned is goose for “go away.” I’ve since said “NAAAG” to other Canada Geese, and they seemed shocked that I’ve learned some of their language.

NAAAG. I speak a little goose now.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A few blocks away, a Momma and a Poppa Canada Gooses were guarding their progeny, pictured above.

They’re so cute when young, and such assholes when mature, the Canada Gooses. Just like people. NAAAG.

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What they were guarding the chicks against is pictured above, a nearly spherical floop of a cat. The kitty seemed surprised that I noticed it, and had probably convinced itself that it was a stealthy predator rather than an adorable fur balloon.

Floop.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A broken water main in front of a NYC DEP building flows freely in Industrial Maspeth, which is… just…

Anyway, the broken water main is accomplishing the goal of hydraulically removing litter and garbage from the streets of Industrial Maspeth. Unfortunately, that sewer grate above doesn’t lead to a sewer plant, rather it empties directly into Newtown Creek.

“DEP” stands for “Department of Environmental Protection.”


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Wednesday

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Becoming reacquainted with that old/new lens of mine, a 70-300 zoom which I had retired several years ago since it didn’t get along well with my old camera, is something I like to do at familiar locales. Luckily, there are few places more familiar to me than the Dutch Kills tributary of Newtown Creek. There’s my favorite little tree again. Don’t worry, you’ll see more of it tomorrow.

Often, when out shooting at night, intuition tells me that I’m being watched. It’s usually primates doing the watching, more often than not through the monoculars of security cameras. Sometimes it’s one of those dick Canada Gooses, others it’s a stealthy raccoon or some other beast of the night. I mainly worry about the primates, truth be told. I’m pretty sure I can win a fight with a raccoon, and actually fended one off not too long ago in Maspeth with my tripod.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This time around, when I felt a pair of eyes boring into me, it was a cat sitting on the bulkheads of Dutch Kills. How it managed to get to this spot mystifies, but Cat’s are capable of great feats of athleticism. You don’t normally see Cats with this colorization hereabouts. Calicos and tabbies seem to be more common on the Brooklyn side of Newtown Creek, in LIC there seems to be some sort of genetic advantage to having your fur pajamas cast in black. Black cats with yellow eyes seem to dominate.

Remember back in the before times, prior to the hipsters and gentrifiers, when there were packs of wild dogs roaming around? Lots of feral animals in those days.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This little murder machine seemed to on the hunt for something which was hiding behind that concrete block on the right hand side of the shot. Probably some prey animal like a rat or a mouse, or some sort of shrew. It was really paying attention to me as well, and seemed to know that it was being photographed. I swear that it saw the camera and posed. Never signed a release, though, so I can’t sell this shot.

Back tomorrow with more from the shadows.


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August 25, 2021 at 1:00 pm

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Thursday

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Broiling down Skillman Avenue in Queens’ Long Island City section, one spotted an aperture in the fences surrounding the Sunnyside Yards. Purchase was gained and a quick shot of a passing IRT Flushing train climbing out of the Hunters Point Avenue station towards the elevated section of track leading to the Court Square Station was achieved.

I say “broiling” rather than scuttling intentionally, as every time a step occurred my footfall on the sidewalk caused a “pssssst” sound reminiscent of dropping a hamburger onto a skillet to occur. It was hot, I tell you, hot.

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Nearby, these three predators were getting their plans ready for the night. Murder happy characters, street cats are. If they were tigers you’d be more concerned. Since their attentions will mainly involve rodents and small birds, you think they’re cute and useful. If they were larger, and had a taste for dog or human meat… pass the ammo.

Really, tigers are examples of an ultimate predator machine which mammalian evolution has conjured. Tigers fight and win against crocodiles, elephants… I once saw a video of a tiger walking on the beach who pulled a shark out of the water and ate it. Humanity must preserve the Tigers – if for no other reason – the planet ever gets invaded by an extra terrestrial civilization. In their hearts, these three little LIC street cats are Tigers.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A different sort of predator, the probable serial killer called the Queens Cobbler has returned to the zone. Their ghastly trophies have been turning up again for the last few weeks. Look for the singular shoes, and you will find a tiger of the two legged variety. Word.


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July 15, 2021 at 1:00 pm

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DUKBO will always be the Poison Cauldron to me.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

In those halcyon days when a humble narrator’s roadway interface was still functioning within normal parameters – or simply before a week ago Sunday when my big toe got smashed – one was wandering through the hoary streets of Greenpoint, specifically the area which I’ve long referred to as the Poison Cauldron of the Newtown Creek. That’s the Brooklyn side of DUKBO, Down Under the Kosciuszcko Bridge Onramp, if you’re curious. Broken toe or not, I’m still an idiot.

That’s when I spotted this pack of black cats with pale yellow eyes glaring at me from behind an industrial fenceline. I did not see any clipped ears, so these little predators aren’t being looked after by the TNR (Trap Neuter Release) folks, but they were hanging out at an industrial site, so they are likely being offered some sort of shelter, water, and food. The “Blue Collar” crowd are secretly softies when it comes to critters, in my experience. There’s likely lots and lots of Costco brand pet food somewhere back there behind the fence.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Luckily for the cats, this open hydrant and the small pond it maintains attracts birds. The birds do bird things, and based on the scattered piles of feather you see stuck into the sticky mud which the water creates, the cats then do cat things to them. The Audubon people I’ve met over the years are horrified by this sort of thing, reacting in much the same way that the bicycle people do when somebody throws a candy wrapper into one of the bike lanes.

Me? I see something eminently hopeful, as even here – in the darkest of the hillside thickets – you give the natural world an inch and it will take a mile. Awesome sauce.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Last week, on Friday afternoon specifically, I finally sought out medical attention from the Mt. Sinai operation here in Astoria for the smashed up toe. X-Ray confirmation of a fracture was attained, and they gave me a prescription for an anti biotic which was so completely off the charts strong that I spent Friday night and much of Saturday cowering here in HQ. I stopped taking the pill, but it took about 24 hours for me to piss the poison out. At no point did anyone in the hospital mention side effects, drug interactions, or mention that Tylenol (which I told them I was taking for pain control) mixed with this mega dose of anti biotic would BBQ my liver. Also not mentioned was the long list of potential side effects, including one which would have wiped out my gut flora and likely caused a C Diff infection in my intestines.

All of you reading this who are running for Borough President or considering a bid for Costa’s council seat here in Astoria are going to receive an earful when I see you, so be warned. I strongly suggest that any of you regular people reading this requiring emergency care bite the bullet and head into the City rather than rolling the dice with the second rate jobs program that is health care in Queens.


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November 4, 2019 at 1:15 pm

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