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Tuesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Long Island City. All this has been built out without a single new firehouse, or police station, or sewer plant, or even a single new hospital bed. Great planning, NYC. The amount of new construction that has occurred here just in the last three years is frankly staggering. It’s not like there were just shacks here prior to my departure, but holy smokes.
The building on the left side of the shot above sits on top of a benzene plume, as it was built in the footprint of a former Standard Oil canning factory, as well as a ‘white lead’ factory, and a paint manufacturing outfit.
The source of the benzene surprised the heck out of City Planning and the developer when the State environmental people made an issue of it during the ‘Brownfield Opportunity Areas Remediation’ era. After the third try at remediating the benzene, it was decided to just dig a deep hole and then fill it with stone excavated from the second avenue subway project. Once the stone was in the pit, the tests for benzene came back ‘clean enough,’ so they built the residential tower after excavating all the loose but clean stones. Benzene? Still down there, probably.
History is important, especially so with personally observed narratives.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Hunters Point on the left, Greenpoint on the right. Look at that, will ya?
It’s like an invasion of blue glass and steel monoliths has occurred, an incursion that seems to be entirely focused on embedding a dense urban population on and around current (Newtown Creek) and future (East River) superfund sites. Tens of thousands are housed in those giant shiny rhombuses, on land that was once called ‘the workshop of America.’
What could go wrong?
Seriously Mitch, ya bleeding heart NIMBY lib: show me one recent example where the ambitions of the Real Estate industry and their thralls in City Government – regarding the post industrial landscape of the outer Boroughs and specifically the ill advised idea of spurring residential real estate development around Federal Superfund sites – has ever steered the municipal ship wrongly or gone badly. Just one example?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Bah.
A NYC DEP Sludge Boat was exiting Newtown Creek just as the ferry I was riding on passed it by. Largest sewer plant in NYC is about a mile back from the Gold Coast of the east river. It drains Manhattan below 79th street, but don’t pay attention to that, the asphalt plants, or the waste transfer yards.
Amenities. What amenities do the luxury towers offer? Foot buttering?
The sky has been stolen. For comparison, here’s a similar ‘POV’ from 2009.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My usual bad luck held up for this trip. I arrived in NYC just as ‘summertime swamp ass’ season did. It was hot, hazy, and humid the entire time I was in town. When walking around with my full pack on my back during the next few days, your humble narrator was literally dripping with sweat.
Also, ‘bah!’
I had crafted a fairly ambitious schedule for myself. I wanted to see certain people and places, and there was a pretty decent amount of intra urban travel involved in doing that. As described yesterday, this journey started at one in the morning, so I also needed to plan fatigue and diminishing returns in as well. To complicate matters, I was carrying four days worth of clothing in addition to all my camera gear.
That’s the ConEd facility which exploded during Hurricane Sandy, btw.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The Ferry turned into the Brooklyn Navy Yard, and that DEP Sludge Boat seen exiting Newtown Creek was now maneuvering under the Williamsburg Bridge, with Manhattan as a backdrop as an FDNY Fire Boat motored by. This is the sort of thing I’ve missed, living in Pittsburgh. There, you have to go looking for ‘it’ and usually wait around a bit. In NYC, it’s a rapid fire and visually rich environment composed of concretized ambition. ‘It’ comes to you. Gotta be quick, head on a swivel.
I’ve also missed bitching about NYC as well, so thanks for indulging me.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My Pal Val and I began readying ourselves for the next leg of things, which involved a debate about which ferry to take and where. We were initially going to try for a free transfer to the Rockaway boat, but it’s was seriously crowded and we decided instead to shlep over to the Staten Island Ferry for the best free attraction in NYC.
More on that tomorrow.
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Archives #052
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On February 21 of 2013, Newtown Pentacle subscribers saw ‘somehow impelled’ arrive in their inboxes, which described part of a walk down Northern Boulevard, and explored my fascination with photographing car washes. Before I left Queens, the gas station which this car wash was a part of had been shuttered, the buildings were awaiting demolition and environmental remediation for the tanks, and is likely ‘affordable housing’ by now. Corner of 39th and Northern… can it still be there?
These archive posts are reaching into Newtown Pentacle’s backups, and are pulling posts that went public on this date, in their respective years, going back to 2009. For anyone who hasn’t heard the news, I broke my left ankle at the end of September, and I’m not screwing around with ice and snow if I don’t absolutely have to. Pittsburgh has been regularly coated with the white stuff for the last few weeks, which has really crimped into my ability to be out and about. #1 priority is the ankle.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This 2019 post, dubbed ‘radical profundity’ visited Flashing Creek. I used to really get around, huh?
‘What does it have to do with Newtown Creek’ is a question I often asked myself, in pursuit of avoiding ‘mission drift’ and not getting sucked into the hot passions and political seasons of the day. Focus is difficult in a feature rich environment, and especially so when negotiating the endless sea of political frenzy. It often annoyed people, me refusing to pick up their flag and run with whatever madness they happened to be pushing that day, week, or month. Everybody forgets their movement a year later, as they’ve usually moved on to new ecstasies, scandals, and outrages.
People who identify as ‘leftists’ have a real hard time staying on one topic for long, in my experience.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
In 2022, ‘rumour ran’ brought y’all to the Sunnyside Yards at night. That is the Harold Interlocking pictured above, which is one of the most important bits of infrastructure in the entire country. There are surveyors holes in the fences of the yards, and I had all of them inventoried. My walks to Newtown Creek from Astoria always crossed some section of the Sunnyside Yards, and I never missed an opportunity to get in a few shots of the place.
Back next week, hopefully with fresh photos and views of the Paris of Appalachia, at this – your Newtown Pentacle.
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Archives post #051
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As threatened, today brings you an ‘archives’ post, as a continuing spate of winter weather has absolutely grounded all of my ambitions and I’ve got nothing new to present today.
On February 20th in 2014, a similar climatological situation saw me offering a post on a few of my favorite NYC bridges. Check out ‘approaching triumph’ if you’re interested in such matters.
As established during the hermitage which saw me recovering from the busted ankle, the conceit underlying exactly which posts I’m pulling out of backup for a second look is entirely calendrical in nature. Everything presented as a part of these archives posts were published on this date, in their respective years, sometime between 2009 and 2025.
Yes, I’ve been doing this blog for a pretty long time now.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
On this date in 2018, ‘scarcely be’ described the scene, as observed in the dead of night, at the fabulous Newtown Creek’s Grand Street Bridge where the currently undefended border of Brooklyn and Queens can be both experienced and surmounted. Miss those nights, wandering around the concrete devastations all by myself. This was when I still was using headphones when scuttling about, a habit I had to drop during COVID when things starting getting weird out there.
There were just a few times that I thought I was in trouble during that interval, and I either got lucky or the other guy decided that it wasn’t worth the trouble to jump me. There was one interaction with a creature of the streets that was extremely disturbing, one I’ve mentioned only to a few close friends and my old bartender in Astoria. Weird shit, yo.
Don’t ask, won’t talk about it.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
In 2020, ‘those miniscules’ was published here, which confessed to a bout of trespassing around Newtown Creek’s Dutch Kills tributary. The focus for these shots was the DB Cabin rail bridge. What you don’t see in these shots is who I was trespassing with, an elected official who represented this section of LIC whom I was attempting to ‘sell’ the concept of converting the Montauk Cutoff into public space. Didn’t happen, and now the cutoff is basically a homeless camp. Good show, NYC.
Back tomorrow, likely with another archives post. Good news is that the weather is meant to cure up around Pittsburgh over the next week, meaning I get to resume my happiness.
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Archives #049
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As mentioned the other day, this week’s posts are being written on Friday the 6th of December, and with any luck at all I’ve been out for some sort of limited walk by this point. The broken ankle situation has been traumatic, and I’m exhibiting somewhat phobic behavior towards flights of stairs – particularly during descent. This is natural, I guess, but every rise and run that I cross reminds me vividly of the fall which snapped my ankle in three and condemned your humble narrator to months of painful hell.
2011’s ‘An Oil spill… in Queens’ detailed a location on the Queens side of Newtown Creek from which oil was seeping from the bulkheads into the water. In the years since, containment and a plan for remediation are underway, or so I’m told.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One hopes that ‘overstatement’ isn’t the reaction to that declaration.
This was a dramatically painful and literally crippling injury. Required surgical correction, which itself was painful in the extreme, and the recovery period was marked by two months of constant nerve activity which felt like a burn. It’s expected, I believe, to be a bit apprehensive as you approach the very same physical tasks which ended so badly not too long ago. Gun shy, me. Step shy, actually.
2018’s ‘frenzied letter’ showed off a few night shots gathered around Newtown Creek and summarizes the locations where they were gathered.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Since the surgical cast came off, which was a little over a month ago, your humble narrator has been ‘playing ball’ with the physical therapy operation connected to the Surgeon’s office. Things there have been going very well, and I think that my PT folks are actually a little surprised at how fast my recovery is moving along. ‘A plus-plus’ is how they’ve rated my situation. It’s why I’m wearing shoes again rather than one of the braced walking boots.
I’m walking slowly, however, and with a pronounced limp. Still having problems with the ‘push forward’ part of my gait.
These archive posts are reaching into Newtown Pentacle’s backups, and are pulling posts that went public on this date, in their respective years, going back to 2009. This practice will continue until I’m back on both feet full time, and new photos and stories can be gathered. For anyone who hasn’t heard the news, I broke my left ankle at the end of September.
2022’s ‘ruptured hopes’ was gathered during my last weeks in NYC, after a lifetime tenancy. I wanted to see everything, one last time.
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Archives # 048
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Circumstance and weather often decide how active your humble narrator is at any given time. Sometimes it’ll actually be bad weather that draws me out and about, contravening logic and sense, whereas any random injury or odd medical situation can idle the camera and force me to shelter in place at HQ for extended intervals.
The recent ankle situation is one of those random injuries, for instance. Normally, it’s two short walks (approx 3-5 miles) and one long one (8-10 miles) every week. Given that the ground in Pittsburgh, at this writing, is covered in a half inch of hard clear ice and I’m recovering from a busted ankle – discretion is the better part of valor.
In 2013’s ‘linger strangely’ I apparently needed to release a poop into the wild, the urgency of which was a torment while transversing from LIC back to Astoria while on a photo walk. Furthermore, I decided to write about the experience. Y’know… Pittsburgh has public bathrooms deployed all over the place… just imagine that, New Yorkers.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m sure it’s going to be agony when it warms up this week and I attempt my first outing. This week’s posts are being written on Friday the 6th, as a note. I know where my first photo session will be, and I’ve been planning it for roughly a month since the cast came off. It’s as important to know where you’ve been as it is to have a plan for where you’re going.
2015’s ‘cyclopean endeavor’ saw a humble narrator focusing in on the Queens side progress of the Kosciuszcko Bridge replacement operation. This was just a part, of course, of a multiple years long series of posts.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Back in Astoria, when the weather wasn’t on my side, or I just didn’t feel like wandering around Newtown Creek at night, I’d set up the tripod on my porch and shoot the moon. Like Subways entering the station, moon shots are HARD to pull off, but they’re all about the technical side of things. The satellite is moving quite a bit faster through the sky than the naked eye would suggest, and the combination of a super bright subject set against the fuligin darkness of the night sky… t’aint easy. More fails than wins.
These archive posts are reaching into Newtown Pentacle’s backups, and are pulling posts that went public on this date, in their respective years, going back to 2009. This practice will continue until I’m back on both feet full time, and new photos and stories can be gathered. For anyone who hasn’t heard the news, I broke my left ankle at the end of September.
2017’s ‘second search’ saw me playing around with the moon, camera wise.
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