Betsky and Forest Hills

As I walk past a small square full of red bricks and arches, I am greeted by a park in the shape of strip, surrounded by houses and a church. The church stands out from its surroundings, a bright sandy color in contrast to the green trees surrounding it. It almost seems like an eye sore, an abrupt break from the trees. Yet, if you look farther back, the gothic architecture parallels the square, continuing the historical theme of the area.
The roundabout across the street doubles as a small seating area, which seems like a poor design choice. But in such a residential neighborhood with a patrol car always around, the streets remain calm. Perhaps the design reflects the bustle of New York City as a conscious decision to put as much functionality into a small area as possible.

On my walk home from the subway stop I occasionally choose to walk by a large stadium. It lies on the border of a railroad track, and just a bit farther, a busy main street full of stores and traffic. On the other three sides it is surrounded by houses and residential life with quiet streets. In a neighborhood that is far out of the main city, the stadium brings in people from all over, attracted by the various artists and bands playing throughout the summer months. It helps invigorate the businesses that lie along Austin Street, the bars and restaurants undoubtedly busy on concert days. The entrance to the stadium is on the side closest to the railroad, which is one part of the transportation system responsible for bringing people in. The subway brings in the rest, with only a few individuals opting to drive themselves.

The structure, similar to amphitheaters, amplifies sound so that it propagates to the neighboring blocks. On concert days, getting around the neighborhood is a challenge. The streets are blocked off and the remaining roads are crowded with people. When you walk by during the day, you must pass throngs of people waiting to get inside, pushing through to get home. When night falls, there are constant shouts and laughs coming from groups of friends making their way home.


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