Here we are again at the somewhat mysterious, elongated garden squeezed in between 62nd Street and the tracks of the N train in Dyker Heights, running from 10th Avenue to 11th (aerial view). As you walk the long block between the avenues, the garden seems surprisingly large; the plant beds just go on and on, interspersed with an occasional rickety-looking shack like the one pictured or like this dilapidated pile of shingles.
I love the cross on the door of that “pile of shingles”!