Klosekraft: Marooned

A couple of weeks ago, I was housesitting for a friend whose place is roughly a mile and a half from my office, which made for a nice walk in the morning and evening for the week I stayed there. The walk took me over the Gowanus Canal, a body of water so polluted that it actually, quite literally, has gonorrhea. (I have to say, extreme pollution aside, I really like the area around the canal. It's a semi-seedy, mostly industrial zone between two pretty ritzy neighborhoods. If the zoning is changed from commercial to residential, which I think is up before whatever body is responsible for such designations as I write this, I expect it'll be nothing but shiny, crappy new condo buildings within two years. Boo.)

So imagine my surprise when I looked down at the water while I was crossing the Union St. bridge and saw something colorful on top of one of the pilings.