It seemed like a dream. Prior to this day, I had no idea this place existed, and until I found it on Google Maps, I was pretty sure it was all a dream.
It had to be in the 90′s that day, and after riding my bike for the previous hour in the blistering sun, I was delirious. Peter knew where we going and the sun didn’t seem to bother him too much. But I was dying. It was nice to hide in the shade given off by the factory wall and drink some water. Looking down the abandoned cobblestone street in between these massive structures, one could only imagine what it would have looked like filled with trucks, workers, industry and life. The desolation added to the hazy dreaminess of the locale.
Now as the cold breeze begins to blow the leaves from the trees, I daydream of a Sunday in late August, riding along the Gowanus Bay taking pictures.
Jill
2 years ago
Until you convinced me with the Google Maps reference, I wouldn’t have believed there was actually a “Gowanus Bay.” Even Wikipedia has vague references to it, but what doth maketh a bay?
Maybe Peter will weigh in and school us all… :)
Lovely shot. I have some of that area too, and it’s a beautiful (and forlorn) part of Brooklyn, at least in my experience. Though, I did see this article in New York Magazine about the artist lofts south of there — would love to check those out sometime! I’m sure they have amazing views.