Here there be...

These images reminded me of a book I loved as a child: Three Billy Goats Gruff. I liked the goats, but really I was into the troll.

Actually, I have a secret desire to be a monster that lurks under the Gowanus canal. Maybe hidden by the Carroll Street bridge to gobble up all the maniacs that tear over the fragile wooden planks. Or by the Union Street bridge to protect the Swoon cutouts from ugly bubble tags.

I could guide the drudgers along and help the ducks if they get stuck on something sticky. I could fan nasty odors at cheap developers with poor architectural taste and eat mean manufacturers who dump toxins in the already nasty water.

Maybe if things don't work out in life, I'll grow myself some scales, a couple of fins (or even tentacles - now those could be useful!), and a high tolerance for raw sewage and give it a go.

Until then I will have to be content with paper monsters standing guard.