The Iron Triangle of Queens – Willets Point

    Willets Point, aka The Iron Triangle, is a shadow-neighborhood, on the fringes of NYC, and even civilization. 

Bound by railroads, freeways, and the Flushing River and Bay, it is a hard place to get to.  There is a strange world here- entirely dedicated to auto work and scrap metal.  There are no sidewalks here, the streets are barely paved, huge puddles abound,  and no normal rules of traffic apply.  No one has a home here, and there are no stores or any kind.  Mechanical work is happening everywhere- in the garages and even in the streets themselves.
Cars come to Willets Point to be resurrected- like the pristine BMW’s and Mercedes being driven back out to more genteel surroundings.

Or- cars come to Willets Point to die, as seen by the overturned chassis strewn about, and the massive mound of scrap metal.

This is the ash heap of The Great Gatsby, traversed by Nick Carraway on his trips from West Egg to Manhattan….

What is most amazing about Willets Point is its location right next to Citi Field, and a stone’s throw away from the U.S. Tennis Open.    Being such a wasteland in such close proximity to places with such national and international profile puts the neighborhood in constant peril-


About ventilateblog MUSIC Classically trained cellist. Attended Peabody Conservatory of Johns Hopkins University - degree in Music Composition, and three years of recording arts and audio electrical engineering. Multiple works for chamber groups and orchestra have been produced and performed. Singer-songwriter with rock and folk roots.. Electronica. Today, it's about mashing together all these things into improbable hybrids. Also, a longtime educator of music. PHOTOGRAPHY Unpredictable and in the moment is what I love. Streets, architecture, and people. Ruined places. History. Frozen moments. Great love for imagines wrought by beautiful mystery of film and vintage cheapy cameras. WRITING The vague, ephemeral. The historical - the ghosts behind the veil of time. Delving deeply into the intricacies of our physical and cultural world. Relaying memory and longing. And sometimes the absurd. Life runs deep. Life

Posted on June 9, 2011, in NYC present, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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