Wednesday, July 22, 2009

On E. Prospect Street

A real junkyard dog protested my presence here...Luckily a chain separated me from the surly Rottweiler...


Safety and quality, no doubt; but the environment is quite a lofty claim for the king of Indianapolis Brown fields...I can't even imagine what the remediation and reclamation cost of this place would be. Walk anywhere close and you can smell the benzene and coal tar. There was recently a good post about brown field development on Urban Indy, and may accessed here.


Yes, it says boobies can....


Not your grandma's coke oven...What?


This red stuff was bubbling up out of the ground, running down the street, and into a storm drain (which undoubtedly drains into the nearby Pleasant Run).

More invasive flora...