Saturday, Brit and Dan escaped the confines of their apartment, after having been cooped up in it for the duration, while living in the middle of the hot zone, at least for one afternoon. They may or may not already have had the virus, without testing, there is just no knowing for now. Still they are attired in face masks, showing their caution, concern and solidarity with others.
Near the southern tip of Brooklyn, just off of Flatbush Avenue, on the Long Island Sound, lies Dead Horse Bay. It is not the most picturesque of locales, but still somehow seems quite suitable for these dystopian times. The place is so named for the 19th-century horse rendering plants that used to be there. Over time, with the advent of the automobile, the need for horses and their eventual rendering disappeared over time. The place was then repurposed as a landfill, filled with mounds of garbage. These were capped with soil, but since the land is a tidal marsh, subsequent sea storms burst that cap. It was high tide when they visited, thus obscuring one of the place’s attractions, Broken Bottle Beach. This beach is full of glass from the thousands upon thousands of broken bottles that were washed out of the landfill. In the half-dozen photos that he sent, there are no other people around, lending an eerie spookiness to the place.
Examining these two photos, I deduced that Dan, always the set dresser, had done some “gardening” in-between each shot. We wondered if the hulk was left over from super-storm Sandy, but Dan said that it hadn’t been there two years ago, when he last visited the place and Brit hadn’t see it either, last December. People must just like leaving their toys lying about.