66 Square Feet: The swamp down the road

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The swamp down the road

A thriving colony of swamp mallows at Pier One, Brooklyn Bridge Park. Hibiscus moscheutos.

To think it took millions and millions of dollars and superstar landscape architects to get them here.

4 comments:

RoseAugust 26, 2012 at 11:33 AM
beautiful photo!
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Crafty CristyAugust 26, 2012 at 1:26 PM
Wow. They grow wild here, along every fence row and by every stream. (Mobile,Alabama)
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dinahmowAugust 26, 2012 at 3:40 PM
In some places, local authorities break out the glyphosate!
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flwrjaneAugust 26, 2012 at 10:12 PM
There are lovely though.

xo J.
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Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

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