Mar 17, 2020
Aerial view of Howland Hook Marine Terminal, Arthur Kill, Arthur Kill Vertical Lift Railway Bridge and "New Jersey" 1982 by New York City Economic Development Corporation
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Aerial view of Howland Hook Marine Terminal, Arthur Kill, Arthur Kill Vertical Lift Railway Bridge and "New Jersey" 1982 by New York City Economic Development Corporation
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The Staten Island Railway's Tottenville Station and Yard.
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Can we just, like, talk about the ship graveyard over in the Arthur Kill?
Doors To Davy Jones' Locker by 95wombat Via Flickr: What might be waiting behind two doors on a derelict tugboat that's been sitting in the mud for a half century? I'll probably never know.
Rotted Hull by 95wombat Via Flickr: Hull of a small wooden ship, settled into the mud of the Arthur Kill. I would guess that it's a schooner from the late 1800s, based on its size and shape.
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Bus Stop, Staten Island. © 2011 by Edward Coppola.
Containers at Howland Hook Marine Terminal 1984 by New York City Economic Development Corporation
Ribs by 95wombat Via Flickr: The splayed ribs of a sturdy old sailing vessel reveal themselves at low tide in the Arthur Kill. There were a couple of good-sized crabs scuttling about among the timbers, their blue shells vibrant against the muddy brown background. Signs at the boat launch warn against eating them — their flesh carries the toxic legacy of past industrial activity along the waterfront.