Pictures and Music

this is on the wall of MOMA but
could be just down the beach

I live near the water...a bay off the ocean .... and in a town that only grew up because it was in a protected, deep water, harbor.  Not to diminish the town, but it is otherwise flat and without interest except for the ability to put docking in just a few feet from shore and big ships could tie up safely without running aground.

Down our waterfront a ways to the west, just outside the village, the remains of a pretty extensive boat slip shows some old oak pilings extending from 10 feet out to a fair distance into the beach proper. It looks like weathered Lincoln Logs in some giant's game of sand castles. This slip served a farm-house that dates back 250 years and we suppose, the dog and I on our morning walks, that the farm produce was wheeled down to this slip and sailed into the deep harbor for transport somewhere.

In the late 1830s, the Long Island Railroad ran its main line from Brooklyn to our village and the tracks cut through part of what was once that old farm.  If you ride on that rail line, you can see the remains of a platform that could have been for the farm and negated the need for the boat slip other than for the convenience and access to the bay.