Saturday, September 23, 2017

Beauty Everywhere

Avenue S artists Samuel Rothbort, and his son Lawrence, exhibit their work on Madison Avenue.

Mr Rothbort, who was born in Polesia, the woodlands of White Russia, in 1882, and came to this country in 1904, says he still "drags his feet" around the sidewalks of New York, for, he maintains, it is the artist's duty to look for beauty everywhere.

He sees great beauty in the Gowanus Canal, especially where the tar lays a film over the water, and adds to the "gorgeous color." He has a painting of "this most exciting place" in the show at Barzansky's, alongside one entitled, "UN over New York."

                                                                            Brooklyn Daily Eagle, May 24, 1954

At the M Star (Division)

Fall started hot, and I stepped inside the M Star for a watermelon ice.  Mid-afternoon, things were quiet in the cafe, and a couple of waitresses were sitting at a table, looking at their phones and chatting. This place gets good reviews for budget Hong Kong comfort food, with breakfast the big deal.  "Come back again, in the morning!" one of the waitresses said, smiling, and I will.

Friday, September 22, 2017

The Ball Game

The Canal to Nowhere

     "Up where the gas house was, mothers would take their kids down on a cold winter's morning and have the kids inhale the fumes - supposed to be wonderful for whooping cough," the skipper said. "That was the old-fashioned parent's remedy. The kids' faces was red as apples."
     "It was good for these people had asthma, too," he appended.
     He and the mate remembered brickyards, grain depots, cement yards, a brewery, a paint factory, a jute factory, and other installations that crowded both sides of the canal. "The International Salt Company used to be here too, " the captain said.
    "We picked up a lot of dead bodies in the canal," Pete said."You gotta tie a rope around them - that's the law - and pull 'em to the dock and call the harbor police.  You're not supposed to touch 'em with a pipe pole. The police take 'em on their boat."
McCandlish Phillips, "The Canal to Nowhere." City Notebook: A Reporter's Portrait of a Vanishing New York (Liveright Publishing, 1974).

Thursday, September 21, 2017


The new gym finally arrives! There's still a partial SWO in effect at 555 Fifth, but we expect that's just a minor technicality. After all, there are bodies to be exercised!!

Film & Discussion on the BQX at UPROSE

Gentrification Express: Breaking Down the BQX 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017
6:30pm 8:30pm UPROSE
166A 22nd Street Brooklyn

"Please join us for the premiere of a documentary film on the Brooklyn Queens Connector (BQX) streetcar. The film will be followed by a community discussion with the filmmaker. Popcorn will be served!"

Despite questions surrounding the BQX's economic and logistical feasibility, the Mayor and a group of mega-developers are determined to bring streetcars to the waterfront of Brooklyn and Queens. Critics of the streetcar project question its funding basis (predicated on raising property taxes in the neighborhoods the cars would traverse), its expense for local riders (developers still hedge on whether the streetcar fare system would offer MTA transfers), its location (in a flood-zone), and its convenience (many residents want improved local bus services, not streetcars). They also see it as a barely disguised tool of gentrification.  While BQX public relations suggest local approval for the project, both City & developers ignore the voices of many individual residents, business owners and community groups, all the way down from Astoria to Sunset Park, who are fiercely opposed to it.

There's still time to get involved.  Contact your local politicians, community boards, and local community groups, and let them know where you stand.

"Lube it or lose it" (life is a joke)

Across from the Vegas Diner (closed) -"Best in Brooklyn by the Daily News". East of Romantique Limousines, Food Dynasty, & the long-vacant Mona Lisa. West of the Candy & Jimmy Nail & Hair Salon.

Canal Street Blues

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Canal over Canal

Google 2007 is as deliciously smeary as the 1980s tax photos, managing to make the year look positively retro.  And the short ride above Hamilton that year takes you through a variety of weather conditions. As you continue north from here the clouds descend and a few feet later you're in dense fog.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Wonderful under the Gowanus


This one's fun. Brandon Liu and Jeremy Lechtzin have created a map-based view of 1980's New York, using Department of Finance tax photographs.  If, like me, you've spent lots of time exploring these photographs at the Municipal Archives website - a somewhat cumbersome process - you'll enjoy this new, quicker means of exploring streets block-by-block.  Some buildings are missing from the archives, so you may not find everything you're looking for, but you get a general sense of a particular block by the images represented next to each other in sequence.

The 80's tax photographs are notorious for their low-resolution. They offer the viewer a blurry sense of the decade, both muddy & garish in its sullen browns and yellows.  It's often hard to make out the lettering on store signs, and the faces of the people are impossible to read.   This can be frustrating, but I kind of like it too.  The views we get are like our own memories of the past - incomplete, with some of the details just beyond our reach.  We can never get back to the real thing, but the mood lingers sweetly.

Here's a familiar stretch of Fifth.  Scroll right & you'll see more storefronts.  What's still there, what do you remember, and what's a foreign world entirely?

I'll still check back in at the Municipal Archives if I want to look at addresses individually, and (slightly) enlarge particular images.  But 80s.NYC is a real winner, a wonderful way to walk the old city.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

The Barge Canal

The New York State Barge Canal was built as an improvement to the Erie, Champlain, Ontario, Cayuga and Seneca canals. Authorized in 1903, it was completed in 1918.  By the 1980s commercial shipping on the canal had declined, the result of the increased use of pipeline, rail, and bulk truck-carrying facilities. Today the group of canals is known as the New York State Canal System, and is used mostly for recreational boating.  It was designated a National Historic Landmark in 2017.

There's a local connection here. The Gowanus Bay Terminal, of which the giant Grain Elevator Terminal, still standing today, was a part, was built to serve the needs of the State Barge Canal system by reviving grain & other freight traffic lost to the railroad system.  It was completed in 1922, and almost immediately proved to be a costly failure.

Library of Congress - date & photographer unknown

Pioneering photographer and sociologist Lewis Hine recorded the living conditions of immigrant laborers working on the Barge Canal.  The photographs below (NYPL Digital Collections) were taken in 1910 and 1912.

Hard Hat

Saturday, September 16, 2017

The Ship Canal

Quite possibly an acquired taste for many U.S. viewers, but I love this sort of thing. This is a 1985 Granada TV documentary on the Manchester Ship Canal. By the time the film was made, the canal was long past its working heyday of the 1950s and '60s, when Manchester was one of the biggest ports in the nation. Any notions of decline and layoffs seemed a "mythical threat" when business boomed, but just like in the States, the rise of containers meant layoffs for workers, and in Manchester, bigger ships meant less and less traffic on the canal's upper reaches. And industry decamped overseas.  By the 80's, many of the mills and other factories in the area were closing, and small craft like working barges had almost disappeared.  The Port of Manchester closed in 1982, but more recently the newer, neighboring Port Salford, also on the canal, has developed expansion plans, and hopes to re-invigorate canal traffic.

The film is rich in the recollections of workers, many of whom represent the last generation of boatmen and dockers working the canal.  A couple of men describe the traffic of waste - "it might be shit to you, but it's bread-and-butter to me" - and despite the nature of the cargo, talk of Chocolate Boats kept remarkably clean.  Over pints in the social, retirees assert Mancunian pride, comparing their own hard work to the "come-easy, go-easy" ways of the Liverpudlians. They also recall a time when workers were known not by their given names but by their nicknames: Jukebox Joe, Hell's Bells, Overcoat Billy & Barm Cake Arthur. One inseparable pair, never one seen without the other, was Love & Marriage.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Gowanus Canal Area

Here's a breakdown of the Brooklyn votes for Council President in the 1951 election. Some of those Assembly District area names/descriptions look a little different.  Sunset Park is not in the picture, nor, of course, the newer Greenwood Heights.  This leaves us with an old (1951 at least ) Park Slope/South Brooklyn/Gowanus Canal area border question.  We'll leave that one well alone today.


"Brooklyn Photographs" at BRIC Arts 
Brooklyn Photographs brings together the work of 11 photographers who have turned their lens on the Brooklyn experience from the late 1960s to the present.  Each of these photographers will present a body of work on a specific theme – childhood in Williamsburg in the 1960s, Halloween in the 1970s, or Bushwick street life in the 1980s, to name a few.  More recent work from the last decade will explore such subjects as the rapidly gentrifying post-industrial landscape, Brooklyn artists, and the microcosm of street life visible near BRIC’s facility at the intersection of Fulton and Flatbush...
Photographers include: Yolanda Andrade, Stefanie Apple, Nelson Bakerman, Leigh Davis, Max Kozloff, George Malave, Meryl Meisler, Patrick D. Pagnano, Sergio Purtell, Larry Racioppo, and Russell Frederick .

See Inside ‘Proof,’ the Brooklyn Museum’s Latest Fall Exhibition (Brooklyn Museum)
In almost entirely black-and-white, comprising works by Francisco Goya, Sergei Eisenstein, and Robert Longo, The Brooklyn Museum’s exhibition “Proof” connects four centuries worth of historical tumult.

Interference Archive is moving, building, and growing--and we really need your support to make our new, long-term home a reality. (crowdrise)

Apple of My Eye: The Urban Vision of Elaine Norman (City Lore)
“Simply strolling down any New York street can be a visual adventure and an endless opportunity for discovery,” she writes. “The City has an extraordinary capacity to blend past and present, high-brow and low, traditional and modern.” This vibrant, eclectic and constantly evolving architectural and cultural kaleidoscope has always been Elaine Norman’s passion and source of inspiration.”These days, I love using my iPhone because it gives me the freedom to capture the city in a new way. And my ‘darkroom’ is now an app on that phone, where I occasionally ‘develop’ pictures while riding the bus.”
The work on exhibit here – photography, photo-collage and more – spans over thirty-five years. Elaine has collaborated with City Lore since our first year – 1986.

Joe Brainard in 1961-63 by Ron Padgett (
By late December, thanks to Ted, he began sharing an apartment on East 9th Street with the poet Tony Towle. There, with more space, Joe quickly created a startling number of assemblages,
haunting, hallucinatory, and beautiful. One of them was built on a toy piano—it had only eight keys—painted baby blue, from which rose a gloved wrist holding an ice cream cone a snake was ascending, along with toy figurines of two Vikings, one of them climbing the wrist, which he gave (or sold for very little) to Frank O’Hara. 

The Oscar Wilde Temple Opens Within The Church of the Village in Greenwich Village (Untapped Cities)
This month, The Russell Chapel within The Church of the Village has been transformed into a space honoring one of the earliest forebears in the struggle for gay liberation. The installation, entitled The Oscar Wilde Temple, is the creation of noted artists David McDermott and Peter McGough, and includes painting, sculpture, and site specific elements, recalling a time of “provocative sensuousness of the Aesthetic Movement Wilde championed.”

Frederick Wiseman’s “Ex Libris” - The latest work from the great documentary filmmaker examines the New York Public Library as it reconfigures itself for the digital age. (New Yorker)

These photos of goalposts from around the UK are beautiful (BBC)
Michael Kirkham, 39, a former roofer and photographer, has spent the last couple of years travelling around the UK, taking photos of goalposts.
All of the goalposts he photographed are different, but they evoke a strong feeling from childhood. They also tell a story about the change of Britain's urban areas.

Developers are closing in on Dalston’s local communities - Save Gillett Square (Huck)
“It’s like Coronation Street here,” says Moses. He’s been playing dominos on the site since it was a car park. “The only difference is, it’s unscripted.” Discussing the possibility of development, he tells me, “When they see something good, they just want to drop a stink bomb in it.”
Moses and many others were playing dominoes here long before the car park was transformed into what it is today. In those days, the only company they had was a police station that kept an eye on them from the other side of the lot. When the square was built around them, they stayed, and have been there ever since.

William Morris In The East End (Spitalfields Life)
Ultimately disappointed that the production of his own designs had catered only to the rich, Morris dedicated himself increasingly to politics and in 1884 he became editor of The Commonweal, newspaper of the Socialist League, using the coach house at Kelsmcott House in Hammersmith as its headquarters.
As an activist, Morris spoke at the funeral of Alfred Linnell, who was killed by police during a free speech rally in Trafalgar Sq in 1887, on behalf of the Match Girls’ Strike in 1888 and in the Dock Strike of 1889. His final appearance in the East End was on Mile End Waste on 1st November 1890, on which occasion he spoke at a protest against the brutal treatment of Jewish people in Russia.
When William Morris died of tuberculosis in 1896, his doctor said, ‘he died a victim to his enthusiasm for spreading the principles of Socialism.’ 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Miss Gowanus

Checking on the records of that immortal day in June when the "Lavender Lake" was first purged of its noisome waters, I learned that an impressive ceremony took place.  

White carnations were strewn on the waters of the canal by a little girl named Jennie Haviland. 

She was crowned "Miss Gowanus." 
                                                                               Brooklyn Eagle, 25th September, 1950

At Green-Wood

Monday, September 11, 2017

Fishing for Firearms

Another favorite, and this one, like a couple of earlier Canal Month posts, shows a canal scene right by today's Amazon Whole Foods.

From the Brooklyn Eagle, January, 1946:

Nine men at bridge railing looking down on debris on frozen water of Gowanus Canal; bare trees, telephone wires, and truck in background; retaining walls and patch of weedy vegetation in foreground. Inscription: "Bridge over Gowanus Canal at 3rd Ave., btwn 3rd & 4th Sts. from which two youths today caught sight of four guns (two revolvers and two automatics) and 200 rounds of ammunition on the canal ice."

Mustang on Third

Sunday, September 10, 2017

December 2013

We've been busy, and a bit distracted, so here's a quick Canal Month entry - a pic from 2013.  File under Lost Views. I wasn't a huge fan of the Harvest Dome, but really, this is a pretty cool landscape


Saturday, September 9, 2017

Burt, Once More

Of course, we must include B movie Shamus in Canal Month.  A renactment of the chase scene on the banks of the canal would be more fun by far than reciting Virginia Woolf's The Waves. Whole Foods, of course, would make the logical (and geographically accurate) replacement for Riveredge Exports. Panic in the aisles!! Here's Burtfest!, from 2015.

Late last year, in late night TV junk land (Grit!), I ran into the 70s Burt Reynolds movie, Shamus, I'm no Burt fan, but this one had a local setting, with Burt as a private eye whose base of operations was a pool hall on Fifth.  I didn't get to see the whole thing, and looking for it later, could only find the film available on dubious looking online sites.  Weighing the prospect of more Burt on Fifth against the likelihood of computer viruses, sanity prevailed.  But I wanted to see the whole thing, and finally found it for sale on Amazon in a four movie package: two Burts, a Sean Connery and a Charles Bronson.  Six bucks!  I watched it today, and yes, it was something of a clunker, but there we were, albeit briefly, on '73 Fifth, and Third, and Second, and even a dud of a movie set in New York forty years back quickens the heart.
Here are a few screenshots.

Fifth looking south from 11th.  Timboo's!

Walking to the billiard hall at Fifth and 11th (there really was a billiard hall there!) above O'Neil's card and gift shop (now a bank) Burt is lost in thought.

Heading inside.

Later in the movie Burt sets off to investigate the shady Riveredge Exports company. Its warehouse sits on the banks of the Gowanus Canal.  Whole Foods here?  Who'd go for that one in 1973?

Burt hops the fence.  Ah, the Kentile sign ...

Trouble in the warehouse. Exit Burt.

Watched fondly by love interest Dyan Cannon, our hero steals a car from a hapless driver, and heads east up 9th Street, from 2nd Avenue.

I know that this is 9th Street - with the large apartment building in sight up the hill it can't be anywhere else - but the block has certainly changed a lot since the 70's.  Many of the houses on the southern side are gone, replaced by small-scale warehouses, or left as empty lots.

There are a couple of locations in the film that I just can't place.  They look familiar, but don't quite seem to fit the landscape.  I'll put them up here later in the week and maybe someone else can solve the puzzle.

Thursday, September 7, 2017


Summer's remainders ride home on the B61.

Dirty Old Town

I love the Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger version, but these lads have done a fine job of it too over the years. MacColl wrote "Dirty Old Town" about his hometown of Salford, and Maggie Grimason describes the song as "the iconic anthem of industrialized northern European discontent". It fits well enough as an anthem to a lost Gowanus though, and I often find myself humming it when I walk down by the canal. No Woolf in my head here.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


Part of a new mural by artist Jenna Morello, whose work you can also find in a number of Sunset Park locations.  The patron aims for artistry of a more ... sculptural kind.

Dark & Lonely Water

Not technically canal waters here, but the water looks murky enough to be thematic. If you were a British kid in the seventies, this is the kind of no-holds-barred public information film you saw on the telly all the time. For those of you with a taste for the morbid, you can see more films here and here. You might never want to let the nippers out of your sight again.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

King of Gowanus

Canal Month has to include a tribute to the late Robert Guskind, whose blog Gowanus Lounge, which ran from 2006-2009, had a huge influence on local news coverage in Brooklyn & beyond. Guskind, a seasoned reporter who had worked for The Washington Post, brought professional skills and an open heart to Gowanus Lounge, and attracted a passionately loyal group of followers, some of whom were already involved in neighborhood blog reporting, and some who were inspired by his example to start their own blogs.  All of his readers remember his kindness, his humor, and the crazy mosaic of topics he covered. He's still missed today.  After his death, Underground Voices published a collection of his essays, King of the Baja, which it hoped would serve as an "unfinished memoir" of Guskind's earlier, pre-Brooklyn years, and his long struggle with addiction.

With the blog format now taken over by the speedier gratifications of social media, it seems almost quaint and cumbersome today.  Even on serious, widely read blogs, the number of comments on posts has dwindled considerably over the last few years.  The conversation moves too slowly for many readers.  But there are still some fine local bloggers out there, digging out stories the press has no time for, and advocating fiercely on behalf of their local turf. I admire them immensely.

The Gowanus Lounge archive was preserved online for years after Guskind's death, but recently I've had a hard time locating it. I found it briefly a year or so ago, and then it slipped my grasp.  If I find it again I'll link it here.  Here's a tribute video made by Blue Barn Pictures. It was played at Guskind's memorial.

Robert Guskind 1958-2009 from Blue Barn Pictures, Inc. on Vimeo.

Monday, September 4, 2017

From Greenport, Circa 1910

Lots left to the imagination here.

Brooklyn Eagle Post Card, Series 32, No. 189. Gowanus Canal Below Fifteenth Street 

Tues. AM. Am feeling fine. Slept all night and haven't had any more of those annoying things. It is seven o'clock, so I must hurry. Don't worry for I'm all right. Am taking the medicine. Dr. Ma [sp] knows just what I need. Hope you all slept well last night, for you all needed it - Love to all, Lara [handwritten on recto]        


A postal lunch. A chair, a takeout, & a makeshift mailbox black box to view a smartphone video. Why the hell not?

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Along the Towpath

We can't celebrate Canal Month properly without adding one of our own personal canal moments. Here I am, with my mother and my two sisters, walking along the towpath of one or another Cheshire canals.  The two most likely possibilities, given where we lived and where my brother went to school, are either the Bridgewater or the Trent & Mersey.  It's a dreary day, and a bit nippy too, judging by the huge mittens that some of us are wearing.  I'm in a gabardine raincoat (hood up) and am dangling a doll from my hand.  This careless gesture is telling - I never had much time for dolls. Bears were more my thing.  The only dolls I had whose names I can remember were Annie & Suzie, and I wasn't especially fond of either of them. I still have a couple of bears from my early childhood though: Snowy, who I believe was a christening present, and Peter, who I got at Thornton Cleveleys one wet summer birthday.  At the wind of a key embedded in his back, Peter played part of "Teddy Bear's Picnic", and still did until just a few years ago. He's missing a lot of his hair today.

My next-up sister, six years older than me, and a bit of a 'tomboy', has a shortish haircut, and is wearing an anorak and tartan trews.  I got my own trews when I was a little older, though mine were narrower and stretchier, with stirrups.  I remember how stylish they made me feel. Our shoes are probably Start-Rites or Clarks.  Great attention was paid to shoe-fitting then, and a growth spurt meant sticking your feet in the store's X-ray machine to get measured.  It was quite an exciting experience really, though as we later learned, a horribly carcinogenic one. The machines were quietly removed from shoe shops by the end of the decade.  My oldest sister, ten years my senior, has on a shawl-neck winter coat, and shoes of a more adult nature. We all have very short fringes (bangs), no doubt the result of our pudding-basin home-style haircuts.

My mother was in her mid-forties when this picture was taken, and her hair was already turning grey. By this stage in her life she was a country woman, occasionally stepping in to do a bit of supply (substitute) teaching at our village school, but mostly resigned to a life of physically exhausting domestic drudgery. She was also active in community groups and volunteer work - helping run the mobile library, leading the local Women's Institute, and later working at soup kitchens and visiting the sick and elderly. It was all worthy stuff, but hardly fulfilled her talents. She kept her mind busy with books and cryptic crosswords. She had been a bright student in school - head girl and always first in her class.  Artistic & literary, she read English & French at university and was a skilled pen and ink artist, a gift she'd inherited from her father. Her father told me, just before his death, that he wouldn't let her go to Oxford or Cambridge - he saw them as too elitist - but elitist or not, she would have flourished there, just as she did in London, where she had a lively social life, and plenty of admirers. She was active on the home front during World War Two, serving as a volunteer fire warden, and she taught English in a secondary school. The staff and students at her school were evacuated to Keswick during the Blitz. The love of her life, to whom she was engaged, was killed in the war, and she married my father at war's end. They were eleven years apart in age. With marriage, she gave up her career, and the lively company she had once kept. She was, of course, a perfect sort of mother, inventive and merry and always encouraging, and (that dispiriting phrase) made the best of things, with good humor and vivacity, but oh, the thwarted potential.  She hid her frustrations with life well, for the most part, and never complained.  But we children recognized a brave face.

Where were we going on this chilly day?  Stopping off between a trip to Warrington or Northwich? Coming from watching my brother rowing for his grammar school? The presence of my mother's handbag suggests an outing of a formal nature. But there's nothing written on the back of the photograph, and two of the walkers are no longer here to tell us where they were heading.  And who took the picture? My father, I expect, with his old box camera, which seemed to require us striking formal poses for almost as long as Victorians.  I think it wasn't so much the camera, perhaps, that caused this, as much as his antiquated sense of composition.  This one's not quite as stilted as usual.  I suppose it could be my brother's work, but I doubt it.  From our mother and grandfather, he inherited a better eye, and hand, and was a finer photographer by far.

I've always loved canals, whether in their rural or their urban settings. As a child, if I couldn't be a Gypsy, I was pretty much set on living on a painted narrow boat. 

Saturday, September 2, 2017



For today's Canal Month entry, we'll go local - to the Bay & the old Gowanus itself - and back in time to May, 1882.  In the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, under the general heading of "Transactions in Boats, Pig Iron & Junk" (a phrase that's already stuck firmly in my head), a story told with a certain flair:

River Thieves in Justice Bergen's Court
The Inevitable Result of Corner Lounging.

This morning there was a salty flavor in the atmosphere of Justice Bergen's court room, which was owing to the presence of an unusual number of longshoremen and others who gain a precarious living by paddling about in small boats and dealing in junk.  A series of circumstances that required a judicial mind to determine their exact relation to the rights of property had caused the assembling of so many seafaring folks.  The first step in the investigation was the arraignment of two young men named John Riley and Patrick Dwyer, charged with the unlawful appropriation of a quantity of pig iron from the foot ofTwenty-fifth street, and its subsequent sale to a junk dealer who carries on business on board an old canal boat at the foot of Degraw street...

Friday, September 1, 2017

Canal Month: Beauty & the Barge

A jaunty little British Pathé war effort film shows three bargee "girls" - Audrey, Anne & Evelyn - on a typical three-week round-trip journey between London & Birmingham.

It'll be a queer thing when grandchildren ask Granny, "What did you do in the war?" and they say, "I was a bargee".


Thursday, August 31, 2017

No. 1

I haven't been paying attention.  Lucky 7 Gourmet Deli Inc, at Fourth & 11th, has now become Jasim #1 Gourmet Deli Inc.  I went inside to ask the new owner when the change took place & he said he'd been there a couple of months.  The store is named after his five-year old son, whose picture you can see above the store entrance.  He said he hoped Jasim would bring the business good luck.

Just like Lucky 7, Jasim #1 serves hot food, and the owner said his food was "100 times better". We won't get into that one - Lucky 7 had pretty good stuff - but I got a free sample of lamb & chicken with rice from the new menu and was impressed.  Stop by & check it out.

On the Water

One of the scheduled events for this year's Brooklyn Book Festival takes place on the Gowanus Canal.

Join the Gowanus Dredgers Canoe Club and Ugly Duckling Presse for an on-the-water reading of selections from Virginia Woolf’s The Waves. Arrive at 6:30 AM at the Dredgers’ boathouse (164 2nd Street at the Gowanus Canal) to launch in a canoe and participate as a reader on the water. Or join us on the historic Carroll Street Bridge (Carroll Street over the canal) at 6:45 AM to listen to the canoe-borne readers and take in sunrise over the superfund canal. Event will be cancelled if raining at 6 AM.

An interesting reading choice perhaps, but not exactly canal-themed. So I'm now declaring September Canal Month on One More Folded Sunset & will be adding canal-themed flotsam & jetsom to the usual assortment of blog debris that surfaces here.  And we'll start a day early! We won't stick to the high-brow, but we'll get things going with a French cinema classic.  How could we resist a clip from Jean Vigo's L'Atalante?                                                  

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Fresh Air

I've been looking out for an occupied Dog Parker, but so far no luck. I did see this little guy adjacent to a Parker. Perfect. He was tethered to a supermarket shopping cart, and looked to be doing just fine.