In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.

Time and Date of morning photograph: March 21, 2008, 5:15pm-ish.

Notes: This is the view of the George Washington Bridge from the north, in the remotest and most abandoned part of Manhattan. We see the pilings of an old pier and — most bizarrely — the remains of a sidewalk. There is some sort of twisted metal carcass, somewhat grotesquely left behind by the tide. Everything is rusting and the rocks are a disturbing tone of green. We get the sense that this is what New York City will look like in 10,000 years.

Did this sidewalk wash ashore, or did it just collapse? In either case, we weren’t expecting to see it.

This was the first attempt at the George Washington Bridge, which as you can see didn’t quite work out. We’re not sure why they put it here.

Another view of the discarded “first draft” of the GWB. More importantly: who took the time to paint patterns on the rusted beams?