A small slaughterhouse where customers pick out the animal they want slaughtered
Resting place of, among others, Gouverneur Morris, the "Penman of the Constitution", who died after attempting to clear his blocked urinary tract by sticking a piece of whalebone up his urethra.
I'm taking this photo from the Bronx span of the Triborough Bridge (officially renamed after RFK a couple of years ago, but still colloquially known as the Triborough), which is actually three different bridges connecting the Bronx, Manhattan, and Queens. You can see the Bronx on the left, separated from Randall's Island (which is part of the borough of Manhattan) by the Bronx Kill. Queens is visible in the background, separated from Randall's Island by Hell Gate (which is the name of that waterway). The bridge we're looking at is part of the Hell Gate complex of railroad bridges and viaducts. You may be wondering why this bridge seems to be largely spanning a ballfield. When it was built, the Bronx Kill was considerably wider, but has since been narrowed by the addition of landfill to Randall's Island. In fact, the name "Randall's Island" is actually something of a misnomer, as it is connected by landfill to Wards Island, which used to be a separate island lying to the south.
You can see the Hell Gate viaduct running across the picture off in the distance.
The elevated BQE (Brooklyn-Queens Expressway), with the occasional building tall enough to peek over at me
is the name of this odd little public space guarded by harp-playing raccoons and nightmarishly large hornets.
There are a lot of good doors in New York. I'll try to find and photograph one each day from now on.
Note the original Belgian block paving stones exposed where the asphalt has worn away.
No other calorie delivery system can match the efficiency of FOOD BLAST!
This building on 41st Street in Astoria still bears the original name of that street. Its eponym, Albert, was one of the sons of piano magnate William Steinway, who built the still-operating Steinway Piano Factory nearby in 1870.
This is the Steinway Mansion, located at the top of a hill on an otherwise grim and industrial stretch of 41st Street.
P.S. It's for sale!
Some odd architectural flourishes in an otherwise unadorned part of town
Jason Eppink, my dear friend and designer of imjustwalkin.com, made an entire film about people's creative and individualized solutions to AC window unit problems.
