The other day, I came across on Gothamist, some illustrations of Brooklyn at the time Walt Whitman walked his city of “ample hills”. I thought it would be neat to go and take some pictures of the same places today.
Above is Henry Street, between Cranberry and Orange in 1852 — , from all the flags flying, perhaps a July 4th parade. At the site of the low, red-brick buildings, was Whitman’s printing press. Below is Borough Hall today, as well as when it was a two-year old City Hall, back in 1851.
And here is a bit of Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, from America’s #1 poet.
What is it then between us?
What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?
Closer yet I approach you,
What thought you have of me now, I had as much of you–I laid in my stores in advance,
I consider’d long and seriously of you before you were born.
Who was to know what should come home to me?
Who knows but I am enjoying this?
Who knows, for all the distance, but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me?