Coney Island Creek.
Speed boat no longer, this gutted Larson looks like the bitter end of a mid-life crisis. (Now we’re editorializing.) Just try to look at this thing without seeing a story. See a photo here.
Coney Island Creek.
Maggie Tobin asks of this drawing found in a bottle, “Is it an actual [Robert] Smithson or a well conceived prank?”
Coney Island Creek.
Adrian Kinloch found the buoy on one of his evening excursions to Coney Island Creek, where abandoned objects collect and decay, or grow barnacles of rock, rust, and mysterious mar.
Coney Island Creek.
This area is full of cheerful castaways, which take on a creepy aspect among the reeds and rot. See a photo here.
Coney Island Creek.
Off the tip of Bensonhurst lies a watery graveyard where dozens of old ships came to die. See photos here and read more about them in Silent Beaches, Untold Stories.
Coney Island Creek.
Since we can’t seem to shut off our inner writer, we see a metaphor here—new life blooming from the rot of something lost. Tell us what you see. Or rather (our inner workshop-writers correct) show us. Don’t tell.
Coney Island Creek.
We found this radio propped upright along the edge of the creek, wrapped in seaweed, just waiting for someone to hit Play.
Coney Island Creek.
The submarine was built by Brooklyn resident Jerry Bianco in 1967 to dive the ill-fated Andrea Doria off the coast of Nantucket. Though the Quester never made it to Nantucket, the vessel is a beloved neighborhood site and a home for marine life and birds. See a photo here.