Part of a patchwork of more than 10,000 acres of parkland ringing Jamaica Bay
I used to wonder why I would often find coconuts lying in the sand on out-of-the-way beaches in NYC. Now I know!
I love the juxtaposition of the alluring, money-laden model and the car being torn to pieces by a giant metal claw. Here's a closer look.
I'm standing in Queens, but that's Brooklyn on the other side. The border between the two boroughs is quite convoluted.
Plus two more hanging from the rear view. Now let's walk around back and see what his real license plate is.
I'm going to count all of these collectively as one memorial, so just consider this an extension of #94.
This street is a remnant of a once-major route that ran across southern Queens.
These stairs ascend to Oak Ridge, constructed in 1905 as the clubhouse for Forest Park's golf course. The building currently houses the park's administrative headquarters, the Queens Council for the Arts, and a community center. Here's a closer look at the place.
This installation fuses the classic style of a backboarded milk crate with the elegant not-running-into-the-wall-ness of a pole-mounted hoop.
An early supermarket built during the Depression by Fred Christ Trump