Bluejake

There is a large, abandoned Grain Terminal at the edge of Red Hook. The hulking concrete building has always held a certain sway over me-- it's sheer mass, lording over the ball fields off Columbia Street, is hard to ignore. Inside the place is enormous and utterly silent-- there are two large rooms, and staircases and grain tubes that snake up the full height of the building. On the intermediate floors, there are all sorts of half-open rooms filled with pigeon shit and graffiti. High above everything is the roof of the tallest tower--a perfect place to stare down at South Brooklyn, half asleep in the fog.