there is this to know: all walks to the sea are not equal. in one place reaching the sea means scrambling over wooden wharfs and down along craggy rocks, skinning the bottoms of your bare feet on barnacles. in another place it means crossing a highway, wending your way down concrete sidewalks, past hollowed-out factories and quiet ports until the asphalt gives way to cobblestones and you know that you’re on to something good. different, maybe, but good, still.
for me these walks to the sea have been a life-long habit. when there hasn’t been the sea, there have been rivers and in those places the way the sun glints off the water has been enough to set things right.
on tuesday, my walk was to red hook, brooklyn. on that walk it was the air, mostly, that let me know i was close. that perfect glow of salty sunlight that only the sea can produce. along the way there was a dear friend and at the end of it, a brooklyn brew and the setting sun.
I feel as though I was transported back in time while looking at this post. I love your adoration of buildings and old time city relics that are otherwise ignored.
I agree with Carrie up above. Beautiful post. I know exactly where this is. 😉
Soulful prose and contemplative photography. Loved this post with my morning coffee. Happy Friday!
lovely pictures. looks like time well spent.
beautiful post Erin. I love the way you captured Red Hook in all it's salty old doggedness…
Lovely pictures! I wish I could be by the sea right now..
I was raised on a So. Calif. beach so ours was a bit different but the same affect. There's peace in the familiarity of the smells, air and water. This was lovely, thank you.
beautiful images. i feel like i'm in a different time when i visit red hook. if i ever migrated back to nyc, i'd certainly like to live there.
I love that fox door handle/knocker. This is really a great eclectic mix of photos…love.
yes, i love all the textures and grit in red hook. love your photos and really must get my seaman (husband) to take me there. enjoy your weekend!
good post, good post. xx
(AHEM. if you couldn't tell, it's dani)
love. really, really, beautiful photography. i love the cobblestone photo the most.
i myself have only ever lived by river.
I love some of the warm tones of the old buildings. I can't live without water near me, whether it be a river or a beach. There is something so perfect about being able to wander along the water with a camera, dog and husband!
Love that last shot in particular. On our last trip to Red Hook, we may have managed to eat an entire Key Lime pie in one sitting.
yeah, for sure. we are water people, methinks.
and I so love that foxy hardware….
so too love that midwinter slant of light on those cobbles…
Love this post! Your photographs are wonderful. 🙂
Beautiful. Some of your very best words and photos yet, I think.
Redhook has my heart. If only I could live there. I would love to see what the places over the Fairway Market look like (although I haven’t a hope in hell of ever having enough $$$$). Whenever I come to NYC I have to spend at least one day wandering around Redhook.
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