These are the treasures we collected in one hour at bottle beach, future vases and knick knacks.
The amount of trash is really amazing: shoe soles, sinks, bricks, horse bones, broken ceramics, and of course bottles. These pictures are at low tide, reportedly the best time to go.
The trash of the future will be much less pleasant than this place and parts of the littered beach were disgusting. At times the wind smelled of petroleum and the bottles were caked in brown slime. I can't imagine plastic will age as well. Below is a cross-section of the eroding shoreline, strata of rubbish.
To get there, get on Flatbush going away from Greater Brooklyn (toward the ocean). Once inside Floyd Bennett Field take a left at the light after the abandoned hangar. There is parking lot on the right after the turn. Turn before the toll plaza or you'll pay $5.50 round trip to get to the treasure. Once you park, cross the 6 lanes of traffic to the other side and find the trailhead across the intersection. The trail will come to a crossroads. Take the trail to the right. A short distance from there you'll come to the beach. You'll know when you get there.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Bottle Beach
Friday, April 2, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Sunset Park
Just south of Greenwood Cemetery, Sunset Park has some commanding views of the New York Harbor. There are also some great taco shops nearby.
Cottontail
This herbivore got away from one of the neighbors and was grazing in our back yard for a few days in a row. He made a meal of the chicory sprouts, so we hope he doesn't become a regular visitor.
Greenwood Cemetery
Brooklyn's beautiful garden cemetery is remarkably similar to Richmond's Hollywood Cemetery. Seeing that they were laid out within 10 years of each other, the sprawling hills and dales of Greenwood was the style preferred for suburban cemeteries in the early 19th century. To put in context what things were like when the 478 acres were imagined, Greenwood was founded 8 years before Carroll Gardens was planned by Richard Butts.
Humor can be found in strange places.

Humor can be found in strange places.


Sunday, March 14, 2010
Garlic sprouts
More as an experiment to see if it would really work, last Columbus Day I split up a farmer's market garlic into individual cloves and planted them in the ground. Last fall a few sprouted and weathered the winter. Along with the daffodils and other spring bulbs, all 12 cloves sprouted over the last week or two - another sign of spring.
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Before it bloomed, but getting there. 
