"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Atop the Brooklyn Historical Society. That building is great from the street to the sky. I never noticed these before today, when I was walking down Clinton St. for a change.
Building92 at the Brooklyn Navy Yard is now open as a museum. This is a detail of the Paymasters Building: during WWII when 70,000 people worked there, payday necessitated pay wagons parked around the 300 acre facility.
Solar/wind powered street lamps, built by a company in the Yard, and old school and still spewing carbon-pumping chimney.
Find me here, now.
