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Seneca Village was a black enclave back in the day. It was established in what would become Central Park, around 85th Street. From there, parishioners from the “village” joined in worship with German protestants at several east side churches.
There is no evidence that this building has any affiliation with the Seneca that black landowners established. It might just have assumed the name of an ancient Roman senator.
My curiosity, however, brought me to this interesting and diverting history.
Well, one or another crane.












I am not sure these pictures captured the great textural quality of the color of this rust-sienna facade.




Building a city is a big project, and this one never seems to finish. Down with the old. Up with the new.
Then there’s all the fixing! My my. Maintenance just to keep everything standing.

The old townhouse looks like the new skyrise is spouting from its roof. Its stone-fronted neighbor stoically looks on.

There’s no way of telling what The Wren looked like prior to its conversion into a dwelling of distinction. I want to guess it had been a garage.
Every block is a study in contrasts. Old and new, transformed and reformed.











I hate rats. Don’t you?





Some people like myself are partial to the water tower. It tops buildings of a certain size and build.
I have referenced them before:
https://sidewalksuperblog.wordpress.com/2018/07/12/whats-that-up-in-the-sky/
http://mycity.design.blog/2022/07/30/briefly/
http://mycity.design.blog/2023/04/20/2423/
https://sidewalksuperblog.wordpress.com/2020/01/30/wanderlust/