From Franklin Street.
Taken March 16, 2010.
From McGuinness Boulevard.
Taken from the B62 bus on Manhattan Avenue.
Brooklyn (yes, this is this lovely gal’s name) showed some good ol’ Greenpoint attitude this evening on West Street albeit, much to her person’s chagrin. This winsome bundle of dynamite in a wee package wasn’t aggressive (though she certainly made her presence known to a passing Weimaraner— and he was deferential). Rather, she was simply excited to be out and about on such a beautiful day. Can you blame her?
Today’s selection hails from 32 India Street in the Garden Spot of the Universe.
Anyone familiar with this site can and will attest it has been problematic for some time. Not only has it become a magnet for garbage, vandalism and dog shit, but it also has the dubious distinction of being the location of the most truly remarkable carbecques yours truly has ever laid one eyes upon.
Earlier today this panel (replete with rusty nails sticking out at precarious and tetanus-inducing angles) was laying on the sidewalk. A good Samaritan has seen fit place it against the fence. Maybe it will help support its sagging brethren? I doubt it. In any case, I spied no less than two hearing notices tucked under the manifold number of expired permits gracing this eyesore.
Here’s the other. There may have been more but they have since decayed beyond recognition.
This is your city government at work, folks!
I didn’t have my camera with me when I was out today, but I thought I’d give you a heads-up on something rather amusing. If you take a stroll over to Eckford Street and Greenpoint Avenue, you’ll notice that the construction fence around the vacant lot on the southwest corner has been replaced by a nice chain link number. You’ll also notice that this new fencing affords a superb view of two tall, yellow, black-tongued denizens of our fair neighborhood.
I nailed them to the inside of the construction fence about a year and a half ago, but moved out of the adjacent property shortly thereafter and figured that the next tenant had removed them. Now that the fence is gone, I can see that my replacements were lazy, not all that handy, or blessed with a decent sense of humor. In any event, I’m glad to see my pets looking healthy.
Naturally I headed down the aforementioned intersection without delay.
The creatures of which C wrote were not at all difficult to locate.
Genuine Greenpoint giraffes!
A big New York Shitty shout-out of gratitude goes out to C for tipping me off to this. It made my day! Well, after the Bushwick bunnies.
From Newton Street.
As I was running errands today I noticed the storefront at 570 Manhattan Avenue has a new tenant: Fox & Fawn.
Also known as home to Heaven Street Records.
I didn’t have time to pop in today (I was growing tired of my umbrella being blown open repeatedly and as a result vowed to get my chores completed and GO HOME). But I do plan to give this, Greenpoint’s newest business(es), a look-see in the next day or two. In the meantime if anyone has the 411 about this establishment please share via the comments.
Taken March 15, 2010.