Shadowing us once again is the Bay Ridge Branch, running across the top of the embankment in the background.
trying to get a shot of the Franklin Avenue Shuttle passing beneath me.
The 1893 master plan for the Brooklyn Museum, then known as the Brooklyn Institute of Arts and Sciences, called for a far larger structure than was ever built. Intended to be more than a museum, it was designed to house academic and research facilities for a broad array of disciplines. But when Brooklyn joined New York City in 1898, the Institute suddenly had to compete for city funds with established museums in Manhattan; the money promised by the erstwhile City of Brooklyn was no longer available, and construction was scaled back considerably. It wasn't until the 1930s that the Institute began narrowing its focus to the arts, starting its transition to the Brooklyn Museum that we know today.
this company exists for the sole purpose of pissing people off.
As in this case, we have two different eras of traffic sign bureaucracy represented here. Both signs, however, were probably made at the same place: the country's largest municipal sign shop.
That's apparently the name of this car — undergoing some repair work at the moment — whose hood and trunk are clad in images of women in varying states of undress, ranging from almost nude to nude.
Quite popular in certain parts of the city, it's apparently "not the best choice if you live in an upscale area where people don't fart."
The tale of Samuel Rubel exemplifies the classic American rags-to-riches story: Penniless Latvian immigrant arrives on the streets of New York; builds multi-million-dollar coal-and-ice empire from meager beginnings as a door-to-door peddler; proposes to employee, then later breaks off the engagement; she sues him; he has her arrested on charges of forgery and grand larceny; they later get married, have two kids, and live happily ever after.
A lightly traveled thoroughfare — at street level, anyway
Now running side by side with the skeleton of the Fulton Street Elevated
Trying to cash in on the controversial basketball arena being built about a mile and a half down Atlantic Avenue
This is the only station on the Atlantic Avenue Viaduct, which just underwent a well-photographed rehabilitation.
Albert Einstein was a patient at this hospital (which is now an apartment building) in 1948; he had his abdominal aorta reinforced to ward off the rupture of an aneurysm that was discovered by his surgeon. After recovering from this procedure, he lived another 6+ years before the aneurysm finally burst in 1955. He refused further surgery at that point, saying "It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go."
Einstein had specifically requested that no memorial service be held for him, and that his body be cremated and the ashes scattered without ceremony in a secret location. His wishes were mostly followed, except for that one guy who removed his brain and kept it for the next four decades.
Now occupied by small businesses, this was once part of the Bedford Brewery complex.
Not to be confused with subway-station-adjacent, mind you.
(That cute little two-car operation is the Franklin Avenue Shuttle.)
Like several others in the city, this armory currently serves as a homeless shelter.
WHEREAS, You are interested in learning a little about the history of this African Orthodox church; and
WHEREAS, You are also interested in obtaining a little insight into the workings of our state government; and
WHEREAS, You find rigidly structured bureaucratic documents somewhat humorous; now, therefore, be it
RESOLVED, That you will take a look at this long-winded LEGISLATIVE RESOLUTION adopted by the New York State Senate commemorating the 75th anniversary of St. Leonard's Church, Inc., AAO, Brooklyn, New York.
This memorial to the deceased Russell Tyrone Jones has been literally defaced a couple of times since its creation in 2006, but the current version seems to be sticking.
This Clinton Hill building began its life in 1851 as the home of the Brooklyn Society for the Relief of Respectable Aged Indigent Females, an organization founded by John Graham "in consequence of his sympathy with the indigent gentlewomen who had, by previous culture and refinement, been unfitted to accept willingly the public asylum provided by the state". In order to be admitted, "a lady had to be over 60 and bring satisfactory testimonials of the propriety of her conduct and the respectability of her character".
By the 1980s, the property had become the Bull Shippers Plaza Motor Inn, and was populated by women of a different sort: "ladies by the hour who brought only scanty-panty testimonials of propriety".
After sitting vacant for the better part of the '90s, the decrepit structure was bought and renovated by a developer, who turned it into one of the neighborhood's first condominiums in 2001.
