Monday July 24 (7:00pm)

Monday July 24

Prediction: 2:35 PM High-Tide and 8:50 PM Low-Tide

7:00 PM: Sundown. Receding waves of low tide kept you visible.

Took a deep breath to acknowledge it’s okay that I still don’t hear your name. Is that what you want anyway? In taxonomy, you are assigned the name Fucus vesiculosus. The public refers to you as rockweed, sea oak, black tang, poppers and bladderwrack.

Counted 12 steps, walked over sand and pebbles. Arrived at a line of rocks that had been placed there to break the current.

ID: An enclosed space with piles of mid-sized rocks fill the frame like a cave mouth. Single hands length olive-green bladderwrack’s are clinging and hanging shaggy by means of a disc-shaped holdfast on the side of the rocks.

Ah, you, bladderwrack shouted loudly. Closing my eyes, I could have found you and may be fall over the rocks… made me want sushi or a big bowl of ramen. You called so clearly because of your salty seaweed-like odor.

ID: In the upper left corner, critters the barnacles encrust a rock. Through the hole, 2 people stand at a distance with trees and bushes in hazy light.

Slow down.

Catch my bladderwrack moves.

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Nice moves, bladderwrack!
you’re gorgeous! The way you move in the wind.
You look beautiful
you seem so much different alive than dry
I love the relation to food
I want sushi now too
what does bladderwrack think we smell like?
I am alive and interconnected o you.
I think you are patient
i am moving but still—a lesson

Monday July 24 (7:16pm)

7:16 PM: A tiny breeze stroked my cheeks, a call to turn around. Faced the East River estuary – sound river – saltwater tidal estuary – navigable tidal strait – watershed.

Wow bladderwrack, the sunset ray of light soaking up your community! Each of you anchoring yourselves to the rocks and overlapping each other.

Sat on the rock, and you changed me. With each breath with you, my butt’s flesh spread more over the rock’s shape, sensing coolness.

ID: Backdropped by the East River estuary with the Manhattan skyline, close-up of yellow and olive-green bladderwrack seaweeds on rocks, swaying subtly in the wind. They are in different stages of growth.

Slow down. Catch bladderwrack’s movement with the wind.

New York City has 520-mile coastline, which spans across various water bodies including estuaries, rivers, bays, inlets, and the ocean.

A boat passed the navigable tidal strait linking Upper New York Bay with Long Island Sound to the Atlantic Ocean.

You flashed into my eyes, and I felt like you were telling me you were a protector. Golden, green, everything. You spread along the lines of rocks everywhere.

Thick beds of bladderwrack,  absorb waves, provide shelter, and serve as nursery grounds for various aquatic animals.

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I never throw anything on the shore.
fluid flexible shoreline with space for lifeforms to come and go as they are attracted, feel safe, are repelled
I remove any plastics I see
protecting the shore should be everyone’s priority
I leave any critters I see, and don’t pick them up

Thursday July 27 (6:53am)

Thursday 27 morning

Prediction: 4:40 AM High-Tide and 10:46 AM Low-Tide

6:53 AM: Sunrise. Tide falling. Excessive heat warning.

Wore a black long-sleeved one-piece swimsuit, black faux leather leggings, and aqua water shoes to match bladderwrack’s distinctive look.

In the roaring water, I thought I heard you calling me to come  between rocky stones just as you all dealt with the water that entered.

ID:  Close-up of heart-shaped, forked bladderwrack seaweed structure’s distal ends in golden honey-brown with reflection. Waves advance and retreat, covering and uncovering bladderwrack

Sat on the same rock as last night, with one big change. Now my pelvic organs rested within a fluid-filled space. Surprised by the warm water.

Slow Down. Catch my bladderwrack body swell in conversation.

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Thanks for your role in making history and preserving memories of heatwaves in the intertidal zone.

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I remember later that afternoon in the heatwave a young child in a pink bikini was playing with the incoming waves for a long time.

Thursday July 27 (11:04am)

11:04 AM: Temperature rising.  Tide close to the low-water mark. Salty-seaweed air was greeting my burning face.

The substrate you cling onto with your holdfast showed off very dry, forcing me to acknowledge that the rocks are on their own continued existence. They brought the rocks here, so they came from there to here. Where is it there?

Stepped over and down the line of rocks. You gently and clearly asked me to be slow with my feet.  I became conscious about my body weight and felt each footprint, a step of disturbance.

Slow down. Pause. Catch me, bladderwrack, in conversation with the rocks on the hill.

Found a place to squat, close to the low-tide mark, to do a tilt film shot with all the excitement: remembering what it was like to be on the alpine mountains as a child.

ID: Sun-lit of a single triangle rock within avalanche bladderwrack seaweeds hanging off a rocky shore slope. The top of the rock is yellowish, followed by a sharp tide mark with bladderwrack and green algae hanging.

No wonder we found each other. You love rocks, and I love rocks! I felt a bladderwrack in front of me: I cling on erosion textile material.

ID: Backdropped by a flowing river, a distant row of high-rise buildings with a tree, and a hazy blue sky.

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Lots of algae
so many different creatures thrive/depend on this landscape

Thursday July 27 (11:15am)

11:15 AM: Was too hot for me.  Hurried back to the base of the land. Stepped into dry muddy-like ground and felt it was an invitation to join you. Hesitated.

ID: One blackish and stiff washed ashore bladderwrack seaweed in a bed of deposits; pebbles with algae, a dead white baby blue crab, and a coin.

Lay down on my belly, a faint sewage smell mixed with compost from the sea, and tiny insects touched me.  Began to wander in and around your physical appearance.

During heavy rainstorms, combined sewers get too much water. So, stormwater and untreated sewage mix and flow into the City’s waterways. These are known as combined sewer overflows (CSOs).

ID: The holdfast is curved, and spherical bubbles are along the flat bladderwrack blades. Backdropped from right to left: big rocks, the bottom of a building, and greenery.

Slow down with me, bladderwrack, to stillness.

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It smelt from the sea
very salty, sometimes smells rank after it rains

Thursday July 27 (3:40pm)


Prediction: 10:46 AM Low-Tide and 5:16 PM High-Tide

3:40 PM: Soaring Heat. The temperature climbed into the nineties. Rising tide.

The line of rocks was covered with water. Bladderwrack seaweed was invisible to the people’s eyes, submerged in water.

Sat on the same rock as in the morning – I felt you asking me – and all of the versions of myself; inner, pedestrian, dancing, being – to be open towards other selves, a way forward together, towards fluidity.

ID:  Hazy. The undulating water of the East River estuary twinkles with sunlight. Backdropped in the far distance, the skyline with clouds.

The word “estuary” is derived from the Latin word “aestus”, meaning tide. The estuary’s water is brackish, containing a mixture of saltwater and freshwater.

From the bladder to the kidneys, my organs were immersed in water, a cooling sensation, a call for much-needed relief from the sun’s burning energy for us both.

Slow down. Wait, wait. I’m here submerged in another water cycle.

4:00 PM: A giant wave splash asked me to return to the land. Walked over the line of rocks and stepped down into a pool of sweet-salty water where the dry, muddy-like ground was five hours ago.

Looked down into the murky water. My reflection was attuned with you; an olive-green brown bladderwrack with an elongated thallus and branching fronds with bladders found in pairs.

ID: An individual yellowish-green bladderwrack underwater is close to the grounds of pebbles and drifts back and forth in shallow water. Sun rays penetrate through the water’s surface.

Lowered myself into a stone-shaped posture and gently placed my left hand in the water. Entered and crawled on all fours at a deliberate pace. Thought I heard a voice. Your voice? Follow me.

Slow down. Follow, follow me, bladderwrack, as I float.

ID: bladderwrack slowly flipping over and then, with slight afloat uprightness, touches with their fronds tips the water surface, creating a mirror image of themselves.

Colonization in Lenapehoking (NYC) was a process that occurred both at sea and on land. It started with the practice of selling water lots and, over time, increased into massive land-filling on the water’s edge.

Saturday July 29 (7:00am)

Saturday July 29

Prediction: 6:11 AM High-Tide and 12:27 PM Low-Tide

7:00 AM: Sunrise. Weekend. The cobalt-blue estuary was calm and quiet. The soundscape of the FDR Drive highway shouted less across the East River.

Sat on the same rock from two days ago. Dropped the iPhone, vertically into the water.

ID: Close up of warm golden dark crimson bladderwrack seaweed underwater, swaying, spiraling, waving in murky water, and tiny particles swarm them.

Closed my eyes, brought me to my childhood. Jumped from 10 meters into a lack. My lungs were like floating bladders. Water pushed me up.

ID: Below the frame, a community of bladderwrack seaweeds buoyant, waving in motion with the water, above them the seawater surface. bladderwrack’s flexibility is with the current but is anchored with the rock and simultaneously floats with the help of their air bladders that run up their central midrib.

Slow down. Catch our flexible ribs and bladders.

ID: A bladderwrack community is clinging to one rock substrate, floating. The water force slapping and pushing their bodies side to side.

bladderwrack, is a macroalgae and absorbs both their nutrients and their carbon from the same place: the water around them.

Saturday July 29 (7:15am)

7:15 AM: The tide is falling.  The sun reached you in the act of photosynthesizing, and you reached me. Warm dry wind.

ID: bladderwrack seaweed floating and swirling with their tips peeking out of the water like dollhouse shark fins. East River estuary is calm flowing, backdropped with the Manhattan skyline.

Slow down. Catch me, bladderwrack reflects and moves with the water.

Across the East River estuary, the city’s “hardening shore protection” plan (ESCR) for the Lower East Side has harmed the vital ecosystem of East River Park shore, leaving the community more vulnerable.

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The sea is grey and it isn’t clean
fill and hardening of the shore on the Mahicannituck/Hudson river challenge the estuary all the way up to current-day Troy. I wonder about the plants that can take that hard edge, vs those that are lost.
contamination from heavy metals and other carcinagens

Saturday July 29 (7:45am)

7:45 AM: The morning brought the flocks of Branta canadensis from the open water. Receded towards the land. The geese ‘feeding and grooming time’ gave a sense of the tides’ timing. We gave each other respect.

ID: A washed-up empty pill bottle with a blue cap is swimming and exiting towards the left screen frame, passing a washed ashore bladderwrack.

I laid down at the wrack line, the line of washed-up seaweed and debris. The geese community stayed in the middle tidal zone with the bladderwrack community.

ID: Soft pulsating of the water reflects and shows the pebbles underneath.  From left to right, a backdrop of rocks, geese, buildings, a cotton tree, sand, and bushes.

Slow down. Bear witness to my bladderwrack coastal multispecies immersion.

The estuary’s water is brackish, containing a mixture of saltwater and freshwater, but the exact salinity can vary.

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watching kids play and run along the water’s edge, kicking the seashells along the way

Saturday July 29 (7:52am)

7:52 AM: The tide retreated. The sun expanded into shattering bright light.

Do you want me to fall in love with you? Looked at your blister-like receptacles. Pleasure mixed with dead chicken feet thoughts you bring up in me. Filmed.

ID: bladderwrack lays on pebbles, backdropped with a pool of water

Touched you. You were so slimy, leathery, and slippery. You seemed to say:  Throw me into the estuary. I licked you before the throw. Salty.

ID: bladderwrack seaweed with many heart-shaped swollen receptacles at the end of the thallus – the fronds- the blade with dark dots that look like berries and glittering from the sun.

Slow down. Catch my bladderwrack fullness.

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