The Cranes Of Bushwick

In a forsaken plot of land in Bushwick, Brooklyn, there exists a desolate landscape of platforms lifted by powerful shafts of metal. They are intended for difficult jobs where men and machines are engaged in high stakes danger. In a surrealistic twist this gathering of cranes is not their workplace. It is their place of rest, stored behind sheet-metal fences topped with barbed wire. In their solitude the cranes seemed to take on a life of their own. They are at the same time playful and menacing; crouching, surveying, towering, in stride. It was fitting that I, a street photographer who employs found objects, would photograph this holding pen of industry. Black and white suits this gathering.