Somewhere in downtown New York. I wish I could remember where. Broadway, I think?
Ya gotta wonder what happened here. Product of a family dispute? A bad divorce settlement?
Or perhaps Rene Magritte is having some fun with us.
A very, very odd place in a very remote part of the most densely populated state in the United States. Shellpile is a community, and a state of mind. And a very large pile of shells.
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Check under history of Vanderbilts and Whitneys...they had a habit of building, re-building and competition with the houses...
Onward!
p.s. Wonderful photo!
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