Dead Horse Bay.
Maybe all shoes look old when they’ve been worn down by the sea, but the ones that wash up on DHB seem especially ghostly
New Dorp Beach.
There are so many ways you could lose a pair of pants at the beach. How did these get here?
New Dorp Beach.
The stuff of poetry–blue-black shells, alone or in piles.
East River.
Discussing a housing complex built on Manhattan’s East Side, artist Rick Caruso says: “The other weird aspect of Waterside is that it’s built on a platform jutting into the East River which is supported by—I think—hundreds of concrete pilings and they actually have a team of full-time divers that dive every day to check and fortify the pilings.”
Gowanus Canal.
Anyone for a game of Go Fish?
Dead Horse Bay.
What scenes have these glasses framed over the years?
Bronx River.
The City’s only freshwater river is in the Bronx.
East River, Hudson River.
Much of the water near the shore and around Liberty Island is less than ten feet deep. This makes us think of that Edie Brickell song (but now we’re dating ourselves).
The Rockaways.
Why is this aquatic life unique enough to list, you might ask? Because they’re being fished and eaten, that’s why. Although most high-end restaurants wouldn’t dream of serving you Rockaway clams, some not-so-high-end restaurants do. Don’t email us to find out who, because we have no idea.
Hudson River.
Toxins found in the Hudson River show up in the bodies of blue crabs, which is why the DEC limits how many crabs New Yorkers–especially children and women of child-bearing age–should eat!
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.
All Over.
Ditto. Especially when it rains.
All Over.
We’d like to give you the exact location of this stuff, but sadly, it’s everywhere.
Hudson River.
Every day, 2200 tons of sediment is carried through the Hudson from upstate. It’s this silt that gives the Hudson its dismal brown hue.
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.
Dead Horse Bay.
Dead Horse Bay is littered with so many bottles, antique and contemporary, that it has earned the nickname “Bottle Beach.” See photos 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.
Dead Horse Bay.
How far did this plane travel to land in DHB?
Flushing Bay.
Half-sunk near College Point, this labyrinthine abandoned structure has seen better days.