Abandoned Beach - Dead Horse Bay

dead horse bay
Dead Horse Bay sits at the western edge of a marshland once dotted by more than two dozen horse-rendering plants, fish oil factories and garbage incinerators. From the 1850s until the 1930s, the carcasses of dead horses and other animals from New York City streets were used to manufacture glue, fertilizer and other products at the site. The chopped-up, boiled bones were later dumped into the water. The squalid bay, then accessible only by boat, was reviled for the putrid fumes that hung overhead.
The New York Times

Over the weekend I took a trip from Bushwick all the way down to Dead Horse Bay, on the outskirts of Barren Island. The beach is littered with bottles and debris, it's lonely and grey and perfectly creepy. I woke up early Saturday morning and decided to hop on the bus and go, but I do not recommend going alone. I don't think there is any real danger, it's next to a marina and golf course, but it did thoroughly freak me out. Well, mostly because the trail leading from the street (Aviation Road, make a right from the sidewalk) to the shore is lined with tall brush, and you have to take a footpath that looks like a scene from CSI when they lead you out to where a civilian discovered a body.

Anyway, once I got to the shore it was quite peaceful. I was the only person there so I put on my headphones (HAIM and Ryan Adams records) and wandered along the coast line. Like I mentioned before, the place is cluttered with glass and trash everywhere, so make sure you dress properly. I wore my Doc's just to be safe (Doc's + sea foam Instagram). There are a few abandoned boats sitting lonely on the coastline. The one pictured above was sand logged. Hope you enjoy these photos from our day and get a chance to visit yourself. (P.S - The L train wasn't running this weekend, but there are other routes to DHB than having to take a bus.)

dead horse bay
dead horse bay
dead horse bay

The New Floridian Diner

2301 Flatbush Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11234

dead horse bay
dead horse bay

On my way back home I noticed a diner at my bus transfer so I went in for breakfast. It was outfitted with turquoise booths and jukeboxes at every table. I love gross, cheap diner food from time to time for nostalgia's sake, and I think I've found a new eatery to play out my pulp novel fantasies. Except there aren't rainbow reflections on coffee in Raymond Chandler's stories. In any case, I was charmed. Click to see a shot of my rainbow breakfast!