Saturday, 12 March 2011
Bay Ridge backyards, 1916
This photo has special meaning for me. It was taken from the second-floor back room of Mom's house on 71st Street. Twenty-three years later this room would become my bedroom. Substitute some newer fences, add some houses and a couple of small apartment houses in the distance, and this was the view from the only bedroom I ever had until I moved away from home. For atmosphere, add the sound of foghorns coming from the Narrows.