Along the west shore of Staten Island lays a cove of shipwrecks, derelict craft jutting from the water in amazing states of disrepair and framed by views of the Fresh Kills Landfill/Park and a pair of enormous (and apparently abandoned) LPG tanks. As led (and photographed) by my brother Andrew Grider, we paddled amid the ruins in inflatable kayaks, a powerful contrast between the rusting immobile hulks and our light, flexible, human-powered systems that could be folded into a duffel bag and carted away at the end of the voyage.
Rusting ship & kayak, photo by Andrew Grider
The techtonics of a wooden ferry wreck and red lead paint, photo by Andrew Grider
A rig of unknown purpose assembled from left-over trusses, photo by Andrew Grider