New York: one woman, one garden, twelve seasons.
Dietsch and I used to love to take a random weekday off work, hop on the train and head out to the Rockaways for the day. Always off-season, when the beaches were empty and the brisk wind made our cheeks burn. I've been trying to locate copies of the photos I took on those trips, but now, I think they'd just make me sadder.
My guess (which was wrong) was the old dump on Staten Island. Bet it might look similar again. What a tragedy. xoxo
girl.. iknew it had to be. was just talking to a ranger yesterday about that pile.
Wow... : ( so sorry for all who have a connection to this place x