The blogger at Shelleytown wrote me yesterday and I’m glad she did. I was completely unaware of this Brooklyn blog, which turned one in February 2008. The writing is excellent and the photos are gorgeous.

Here’s how she explains what goes on at Shelleytown:

"Shellytown is where New York life – mostly in brooklyn – is
chronicled, the idea of space in the city is explored, the life of a
writer is revealed (well, maybe) and work unfolds like a tent you might
want to visit."

Shelleytown is a very poetic place. She shares her observations about Brooklyn life in a very evocative and sensorial way.

As she says on her about section, Shelley isn’t from here but she wants to be. She writes, "Day by day, I fall more in love with Brooklyn. This
Web site (call it a blog, if you like) chronicles this love affair –
its dark warehouses, strange beaches, and infinite nooks and crannies." I think Shelley considers the entire blog a photo essay and journal all in one.  Here she writes about the sounds outside her window:

"Some nights, it’s a hollow roar billowing over the tracks, the elevated
highway…from something huge and made of steel with wheels and a mad
engine, formed around its own emptiness. After, a shiver a chains
breaking on smooth, broken pavement, and the night’s own emptiness –
now sharper, and much more obvious."