Rana Banerjee Photography Blog

We only drink the most Freshy Fresh Juices and eat the most Freshy Fresh Fruits.

Fishing crates all stacked up. I would assume to carry fish that the fisherfolk have caught. Taken on a wonderful walk with the young Mr. Russell, one the last we have before he heads north, and I head west.

Behind my house are a number of auto related businesses: used auto parts stores, body shops, and towing companies, alongside a recycling redemption center, busy with drunks all morning long. Within 5 years, they will all be gone. The area is slated to receive subway service soon, and the stop will be right in the middle of this currently slightly grimy area. Already, a large condo complex has gone up, surely the first of many. I’m sure that the landowners in the area are just waiting for the subway to come,  so that they can sell their formerly industrial properties to developers for tidy sums. The homeless aluminium can collectors, grateful for the our state’s bottle deposit law, that spend their mornings in drunken brotherhood in front of the recycling redemption center will have to find a new roost, and the auto shops will be forced deeper into suburbia. I don’t feel too sad, because I know that the only constant in a city is constant renewal, but I find the neighborhood as it is now to be much more fascinating, less planned than thrown together.