Junkyard



People seeing me with a camera asked what I was taking pictures of.  At first I told them about wanting to record the look of a place threatened by an Eminent Domain ruling.  Their eyes glazed over - too many words.  Then I said, "I'm an artist, blah, blah, blah...".  Glazed eyes.  So I edited my explanation to the essentials.  "This place - the colors, the people..."  A guy in his station wagon considered this and took a bite on his cigar, "It's a junkya'd".  I shrugged, "It's beautiful."  He made the slightest head tilting gesture that said, "You're nuts, but if you like it, knock yourself out". 

The ‘junkyard’ is a few square acres across the street from the new home of the Mets on Willet's point in Queens.