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Hey, Mister, I’ve Got a Park I Can Sell You

By ANNE RAVER | Published on July 25,2014 at 12:00AM
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MAYBE it’s in our bones. That urge to seek water. To go down to the river.

Years ago, when I lived in Brooklyn Heights, I would walk to the edge of the Promenade and take in the view of Manhattan rising across the East River — and long to continue down to the edge, to feel the current rushing by. The view was spectacular, of course, but the experience ultimately disappointing, because I could only lean against the railing, looking down on those warehouses and long piers below, as trucks rattled beneath my feet on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway.

But now, there is Brooklyn Bridge Park: 85 acres that follow the river for more than a mile, beginning at Dumbo, along a tidal shoreline, to the six reclaimed piers that extend from beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, straight down to Atlantic Avenue. Building began six years ago at opposite ends of the park, Pier 1 and Pier 6. The first trees were planted in 2009, and by the next year, people had begun to wander the mounded hills, with their glorious lookouts over Pier 1, and to take their children to the lush playgrounds and water park on the eastern side of Pier 6. Now about two-thirds finished, the park continues to open in stages: The sports fields on Pier 5, with its lively picnic peninsula, opened in late 2012. Squibb Bridge, which connects the Heights to the river, opened last year. The long-awaited ball courts on Pier 2 — now filled with the pounding feet of basketball players and the thwack of handballs — opened in May. Other spaces have followed in swift succession this summer: a roller skating rink; and a little sandy beach facing the remains of Pier 4, which is now a bird sanctuary complete with osprey nest.

A couple of weeks ago, I stepped onto the plank-and-cable bridge that begins at Squibb Park, just north of the Promenade, and zigzagged my way through thin air to the riverside. The airy walkway, made of heavy black locust, so naturally resistant to rot and insects that it needs no chemical treatment, bounces a bit — alarming grown-ups, delighting children — as you cross, like a hiker over some canyon in Yosemite. Only this is Furman Street, not a river you look down on, with the roar of the expressway, not a waterfall, at your back.

The bridge descends this way and that, for more than 400 feet, until the leafy tops of bur oaks and yellow buckeye trees rise reassuringly above the wire mesh railing, letting you know that terra firma is not too far below.

Here among the treetops, right across from Pier 1, you can take in Manhattan’s skyline of steel and glass rising to the west, the muscular gothic beauty of the Brooklyn Bridge to the north, the Statue of Liberty way to the south, raising her tired arm toward the Atlantic. I think of this as the soaring park, because of these views that stretch in all directions, changing with the light and where you choose to wander, the heady mix of salt and beach roses and diesel from the tugs filling your nostrils.

Sunny lawns and high overlooks — one a granite terrace with great wide steps, the stone salvaged from the old Roosevelt Island Bridge — suggest places to run or read or nap, or stare out at whatever is happening on the river. There are shady trails here, too, through a series of freshwater marshes created by collected rain, where you can see dragonflies hovering over the water or a mother duck leading her babies through the reeds. Butterflies and bees, flies and little wasps sip nectar from the pink flower puffs of joe-pye weed, the tiny purple blossoms of ironweed, the bright yellow daisies of silphium, or cup plant, whose big leaves are held together like hands to catch the rain. (Watch the little finches drink water from the leaves.)

It’s hard to believe that all this nature is artificial, highly engineered weirs and underground cisterns, tons of constructed soils and rocks placed with mathematical precision on these piers, where great ships once docked, and thousands of longshoremen trundled goods in and out of the sheds.

In the evening, I glimpsed the river through the wide, spreading branches of a catalpa tree and walked down to the edge of Pier 1, where the long railing gave me another vista, this one straight south, as if I were racing along with the current. Huge thunderclouds were rising over Manhattan, and a wind blew up, turning the water to choppy waves that sent salt spray over the railing.

On a quiet afternoon a week later, park visitors paddled kayaks in the sheltered cove, where you can watch the tide rising and falling among exposed piles and moving up and down the boat ramp edged by a spiral of riprap, the big chunky stones that edge the shoreline. It’s this juxtaposition of intimate little spaces and expansive views that makes the park so exhilarating and a place to return to in different light and seasons.

Michael Van Valkenburgh, the landscape architect whose team designed this masterwork in collaboration with the Brooklyn Bridge Park Corporation, recalls walking down to the end of the piers 15 years ago, when the sheds were still in place.

“I’d think, all we have to do is just not mess this up,” he said that scorching afternoon in early July. “There are eight million people in New York City, and none of them knows that this incredible view is going to be theirs.”

We had walked down the wide path that skirts the north side of the soccer field on Pier 5, where tall steel posts, remnants of the old shed, anchor the high mesh that keeps balls from flying out. The posts also set up a rhythm, like some 18th-century line of poplars, sweeping the eye down the pier and straight across the river to the turreted roofs of Ellis Island.

We walked out to the end of Pier 6, still a bare slab, painted with lines and circles that mark where paths will curve through an acre of flowers — a constructed New England meadow — edged by seaside survivors like pitch pine, bayberry and tupelo. It will open next spring.

The complete article can be found at http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/25/arts/design/hey-mister-ive-got-a-park-i-can-sell-

 

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