Inspired by my recent viewing of AMC’s “TURN,” about the Culper Spy Ring (for George Washington), I wanted to visit some of the remnants of that extraordinary time when the bravest of souls fought tirelessly for our ultimate freedom from British rule:
10nov17. Long Island, New York.
Originally named Kings County Asylum, it operated for 111 years (1885-1996.) When the state took it over, the name changed. For its time, it was considered quite ‘forward-thinking’ and it was a type of farming colony, allowing patients to tend the land and grow food, as a form of therapy and relaxation. There were over 100 buildings on the grounds at one point and employees of the center lived there as well.
Rumors and legends now claim that this abandoned asylum is also haunted with the souls of patients past; especially its most infamous structure, Building 93, a 13-story building used to house the asylum’s residents. For more information on this famous psych hospital:https://abandonednyc.com/2014/06/17/kings-park-psychiatric-centers-building-93/ and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kings_Park_Psychiatric_Center
I visited the abandoned site with a friend on Sunday March 26, 2017 and took as many pictures as I could:
3225 Sound Ave, Riverhead, NY 11901
6JUL13. Long Island, NY.
“and felt that one of the most wonderful things in the world is the experience of being on a train. It is so different from watching a train go by. To anyone outside, a speeding train is a thunderbolt of driving rods, a hot hiss of steam, a blurred flash of coaches, a wall of movement and of noise, a shriek, a wail, and then just emptiness and absence, with a feeling of “There goes everybody!” without knowing who anybody is. And all of a sudden the watcher feels the vastness and loneliness of America, and the nothingness of all those little lives hurled past upon the immensity of the continent. But if one is inside the train, everything is different. The train itself is a miracle of man’s handiwork, and everything about it is eloquent of human purpose and direction. One feels the brakes go on when the train is coming to a river, and one knows that the old gloved hand of cunning is at the throttle. One’s own sense of manhood and of mastery is heightened by being on a train. And all the other people, how real they are! – Excerpt From: Wolfe, Thomas. “You Can’t Go Home Again.”
4/5JUL13. Amtrak’s Crescent Line, Atlanta – Long Island
