11-14-11 Yonkers, The Power Station, Graffiti And Mud

Long time Quotidianers may remember that on February 17th  I went to Yonkers and saw the Glenwood Power Station from the outside. I went back to Yonkers today and this time someone had left the door open…or at least two gates and a broken window.

I must admit this was one of my more doubtful moments.  It is pretty clear to me that someone or several someones are living back around here so I was invading their space. But I wanted to see the inside.  As I entered through the broken window a wondrous landscape opened.  (Of course the instinctive part of my brain, the early part, was screaming at me: “are you nuts! What if bad people, animals are in here? What if you fall and break your head? No one knows where you are!” – I told it to shut the hell up).

The interior, at least today, was extremely muddy -  at one point the mud grabbed my shoe and my foot came out while the shoe stayed behind – and there are holes in the floor that are covered up and will drop you into…? But the graffiti, the broken down equipment and staircases, the ceiling, and the views of the Hudson through the holes in the space, these little slivers of river, made it very worthwhile.

I know this would not be everyone’s ideal adventure and that is one of the reasons I always do my trips alone. I don’t want to feel responsible for other people and I don’t want other people’s opinions influencing my journey.  Most of my life is collaborative and with other people and I love it but these moments are mine, to do with as I want.

For a full view of the pictures from the Power Station go Here:

NB: I have become part of a Blogger’s Group?; Collective?; Occupy Word Press? organized by The Accidental Cootchie Mama (who you have already met) and every few days I will be highlighting other members of the group and a post of theirs:  Today let us start with:

Kate Shrewsday – She and I agree on The Sound of Music… (really good writer, too)

The Good Luck Duck    “Picking up, selling out, and moving on for no good reason. Our mothers are not fazed.” The adventures of Roxie and Annie in their RV.

bwinwnbwimusic – A man looking at his past (we are up to 1980 or so)  “The Sociologist Simmel shares my view: As George Simmel (1918) put it: “We are our boundaries.”