Wandering around underneath the West Side Highway.
Rotting, burned out piers in the river, now preserved as part of the park.
Back in Brookyn, in Bushwick.
Some nicely added this red graffiti to make a red, yellow and blue photograph for me.
The sewage plant:
Sometimes things just appear.
I encountered these very cold gentlemen on the streets of Bushwick. And I thought I was feeling cold.
Back in Long Island City, home of taxicabs.
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