Thursday, April 18, 2013

Troop 12912: Grove Street Cookie Sale

Spring was winning the argument yesterday afternoon. Commuters returning from New York via PATH were greeted by Girl Scouts – actually Brownies, I was informed – selling Girl Scout cookies. It was the last chance to buy the cookies, the last out-reach project of the annual fundraiser.

The kids held up hand-made signs informing residents of the cookies, the price ($4.00). In case the signs were some how overlooked, the Brownies were writing with chalk on the concrete, drawing arrows and tracing letters to form blurbs that directed pedestrians to the canopy next to the mini-van, under which was a folding table. Dozens of boxes were being sold, although no one was sure of how many. There were cartons of the cookie boxes in the back of the vehicle. The parents and kids were determined to stay until all were sold. At times the customers crowding the table were two-to-three deep and the sun had not even set so unsold cookies seemed unlikely.

Parents were supervising but the kids were actually handling the money and doing the math. They were doing everything. Sales, marketing, transactions, book keeping. Scout leaders basically watched, and one assumes drove the mini-van.
 
 


 
The operation was high-energy. While people steadily stream down into the subway station, arrivals come in waves. The foot traffic has lulls. During rush hour, trains come every five minutes or so. A few moments after bringing folks to the table, the girls would squeal here they come again and run to the escalators, greeting the emerging throng with their hand-made signs and sale pitches.
 
 
Many commuters, still miserable after a day of recession era white collar labor, were dreary and oblivious to the ebullient youth. Others though acted like adults should whenever encountering the young, be pleasant and polite and always encouraging. Youth means hope and hope gains meaning only when shared.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s a good cause. Brownie Troop 12912, out of Grace Church Van Vorst, an Episcopal congregation that has been part of Jersey City since the mid-19th century and is as known for its art and cultural events and Sunday used book sales as it is for religious services. The troop is three years old and has, according to the troop leaders, 21 girls from all across the city. Unlike the 80s and 90s, when so called yuppies helped revitalize urban neighbors but moved away when they had children, this new generation as they age into parenthood aren’t fleeing to the suburbs to raise spawn. Welcome the new generation of city kids, wholesome, fun loving, in other words, kids like kids everywhere or anywhere at any time. We observe what we think is new but the truth is the same as it ever was.
 
 
 
 
Their enthusiasm is even more irresistible than the cookies. The supervising adults were glad to spend time with their children, and the neighbors and other folks who remembered the cookies from their own childhood, were glad to help out a positive cause. Many also just had the munchies. We need as much gladness as we can get. The Sandy Hook tragedy four months ago, the Boston Marathon bombing two days before… well, you figure it out… seeing these kids run around, gleeful and happy to be together… hope came out of exile again, quietly astonishing those willing to notice.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Exposed Pole Root

 
 
 
 
Extracted or excavated, I’m not sure what the precise term would be. The telephone pole has been yanked out of the ground. I love the cylindrical root of concrete, surrounded by the asphalt and dirt, clumping, clinging. Below the ground for how may decades now, now for the first  time ever exposed to the air and light that we all know. Construction in this particular lot occurs in slow-mo. Who knows what will be here or when. There’s progress incrementally, then nothing. More nothing than incremental, for now. One day there was a pole removed. Enough for while I guess. You don’t think change when you see this object – an object you probably have never seen before, an uprooted pole – but you do think past, how long it has been there in the ground serving its purpose. How old… is the pole… how old is the ground?
 
 
 

Monday, April 15, 2013

Lots to Pits

 
Nothing lonelier than an empty parking lot but there seems nothing emptier than a lot turned into a pit. Development marches on – as well as through and over – what used to be Downtown Jersey City and these pits are some of the newest ongoing constructions. Look how fresh the mud is, the puddles still robust even though the rain that formed them happened three days before.
 
 
Might be hard to tell but these are pictures of two different projects. What was imploded? Parking lots. Worn asphalt was broken up and removed. These wasteland patches are fenced in and the pictures were taken by sticking the lens through one of the holes. This technique creates a vastness of perspective contrary to the reality.
 
  
 
Local car owners probably hope these lots will remain lots; others hope the municipality will ban cars all together but that ain’t bloody likely, alas. Maybe they are going to be parking garages, multiplying the supply of parking spaces to fill the ever-growing demand. Apparently one of the rules for development is that all new residential projects must include parking accommodations in order to proceed.
 
 
Will these now former lots be turned into new, improved lots or a building, the latter likely residential considering the zoning laws. The tax cuts for the job creators at work, construction and home loan officers, everyone else, hit the shrinking dole.
 
 
Parking lots are either empty or filled it seems, depending on usage and time of day. These are now fenced in pits, miscellaneous and meaningless cogs currently in transition serving the infrastructure needs of a greater, more relentless transition that is this world we find our human selves in. 
 
 
 

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Cement Barge

Between Exchange Place and Lower Manhattan floats Cement Barge. Pushed by a tug boat where the entire crew smells like Old Spice, the barge just floated there, ready to provide construction materials for shoreline projects. Work and life and interconnectivity all made possible by rivers and the cities that grow alongside them.



Lehigh Cement. Did the barge sail up somehow through the Erie Canal down to the Hudson. Did the crew sing Erie Canal as well as other river shanties (Shenandoah) as they hauled along the bowline? I love the idea of this barge never going into the ocean to bring that glue of civilization –concrete – to the watery threshold of our urban life. How does one get one from Lehigh to the submerged border between NY/NJ.

You see a lot of stuff with only implied explanation on our river, where unseen conjoins with other rivers and also unseen flows to the sea. All we know is that the river always flows and the sea is never filled.






 

 

The Dark Knight Rises – Higher Comic Book, Lower Noir

 
Few films I anticipated with as much eagerness as The Dark Knight Rises. The first trailers appeared exactly a year before; a scene was reportedly shot in Newark (I couldn’t tell). The new Batman was long the subject of talk with my comic book reader friends – who happen not to be exclusively male, but it seems the few comic book fluent women I know were all born after I graduated college! – and with good reason, the previous The Dark Knight was an exceptional film, as was Batman Begins, heralding a new era of Batman, and as the Marvel Blockbuster machine hit a new stride with Iron Man>Avengers, super hero films in general have become a bona fide genre, certainly comparable to the best of Sci Fi. One still hopes for a DC cinema universe that equals that of Marvel (the Marvel films are wonderful, but I prefer DC) and the cultural mythologies DC once engendered become realized in film. Superman Returns was a disgraceful film, more so than the post Tim Burton, pre-Nolan, Batmans. But Nolan’s Batman has been, so far, a game changer.

Nolan gave cinephiles and comic book lovers hope by instilling a noir ethos into his Batman re-boot… well, the first two installments at least.

Nolan, a noir-centric director – he is a scholar on the genre in addition to making that neo-noir masterpiece, Memento and the near-classic, Insomnia – saw the noir elements in the original Bob Kane character. Noir started essentially as “crime” fiction, a reaction against the who-dunnit machinations that lay the bedrock for the genre. James Cain made the criminals more interesting but as multi-dimensional and recognizable as the crime solvers, the Sherlocks. In doing so, the genre delved deeper into social realism, and in fact, can be seen as the pulpy off-shoot of social realism that had become a mainstay of American literature since Frank Norris or Theodore Dreiser. This realism and believability inspired Albert Camus to write The Stranger. Batman was a masked vigilante, but like Sam Spade, he was peculiar, individualistic, and embodied a universal wish-fulfillment as any of the tragic criminals of James Cain.

Nolan’s noir insight for the comic book film was to add a level of realism, an insistence on the plausible. Tim Bourton’s Batman used these same elements, but he never avoided the fantastic (e.g., the Joker’s killer joy buzzer). That’s why when we were waiting for Nolan’s 3rdinstallment, we knew we would never see a Mr. Freeze or Poison Ivy, not only would Nolan’s hyper realistic comic book world never countenance supernatural or meta-human powers, but also super-science. There could be no one-of-a-kind freeze gun in Nolan’s universe, much less accelerated plant growth powers. The trade off is a more limited, but more believable Gotham City.
 
 
The Dark Knight is a brilliant film. The outrageous Joker, a haunting performance by Heath Ledger, will amaze film watchers as long as there is cinema. It is one of the greatest films of the 21st century and has staked out a new territory for Noir. Reality reigns in this sequel to the re-telling of the Batman origin, and just as the comic book evolved, the disturbing persona and psyche of The Batman began to attract like-minded foes (such as the Mad Monk), and Nolan’s re-imagining of Batman’s greatest nemesis showed how comic books can satisfyingly be translated into the medium of film without even an iota of camp (Jack Nicholson). Sure, it seemed somewhat (but only somewhat) implausible, but not impossible, that the Joker, supposedly a hit-man, was able to hire a criminal network able to steal the DNA of policemen, plant it at crime scene or infiltrate the mayor’s office to spray poison on his favorite whiskey glass. Nolan’s Joker would never use a lethal gas that would leave victims literarily laughing to death, because while an awesome weapon, how can its invention and production are explained? Within this ultra-realism realm is the theme of the story, a man with no motive beyond his own madness, his own desire “to see the world burn,” and within the context of the story, the relationship between this motive and the man, who witnessing his parent’s murder, adopts the personae of a bat because the bat is the source of his biggest fear, which he wants the criminals of Gotham “to feel.”

The second Nolan Batman of course was tainted by the tragedy of Ledger, and you can’t help but wonder if the intensity of his performance was a contributing factor to the actor’s death, apparently from an accidental prescription drug overdose. The third one had its one tragedy of course, the mass shooting at an early screening in Aurora Colorado. I went to see this film as a protest against senseless violence. I always go to a movie that I really want to see as soon as possible after it opens, which often means on opening day and I had been planning to do this with DKR for a week or longer and when the news of the shooting dominated headlines I felt that I had to go, a kind of if not than the terrorists would have mentality. I was wrong. The incident was too major, and the film too filled with automatic weapons fire, that I was distracted and soon realized I was unable to fairly assess the movie, and with Newtown shootings happening around the same time as the DVD release, the associations could not abate.

I didn’t like the movie as much as DK but I could not figure out why, or at least be sure of the objectivity of my opinion. It’s unfair that these films are associated with tragedy beyond their control, and DKR is not the only film where unexpected violence occurred in a theater. If I didn’t like the movie, I needed to not to like it for reasons other than and unrelated to the real world violence.

DKR is a good movie, supremely well crafted, well acted and entertaining. This is not a fan-boy screed, some over the top spoiler alert. I have no axe to grind. Here’s my gripe: Nolan, having infused the Batman myth with the social realism of 20th century noir, by making sure this impossible story is entirely plausible; he reverses the strategy in the final installment. In effect, he made a comic book movie, but he seems to not have realized that this is not in keeping with the noir, reality-based universe he created with the first two films. I have to wonder if the Joker was to play a role in the last film – although Harvey Dent is mentioned, the Joker is not –even though the Joker is clearly alive at the end of DK. Did Ledger’s death ruin Nolan’s final vision, and his compromise position was bringing back the League of Shadows as the reason Goth man is under anarchy? This is my speculation, and regardless of the cause, the effect is a film that overcomes its implausibility splendidly, but nonetheless runs contrary to the vision of reality that made Batman Begins really good, and The Dark Knight, undeniably great.

What implausibilities you say?

1) Eight years. Why this length of time, why not three? Eight years, two presidential terms, is a long time for Batman to go on the lam and Bruce Wayne to be a recluse – and to still walk with a cane?

2) No crime. Okay, so the Dent law locks up the crime syndicate – apparently everybody, so nobody from any crew is left to take over. How far up – or down – the chain does it go? Where the poppy fields that made Gotham’s heroin also eradicated? Did the syndicate control the entire supply chain of drugs, and if not, wouldn’t suppliers look for new sellers, as would the users? No other criminals in Gotham aside from the Mafia related? WTF? Also, Batman need to fight crime and one of the existential issues Batman/Bruce Wayne deals with his identity, and if beating up on bad guys makes him a bad guy? These issues Nolan’s Wayne is not interested in, made possible only by the implausible notion that removing the crime syndicate and Joker instantly eliminates all crime, allowing for an 8-year hiatus for a limping Batman.

 
 

3) During the 8-years, does Bruce still train? Go to a gym? If not, why hasn’t he put on weight? How does he keep up his skills? Maybe that’s why Bane kicks his ass, but Bruce does hold his own for a while. Bruce walks with a cane, one assumes for eight years, so has been training aside from the persistent limp and discomfort, or as implied, given up on everything. If that was the case, wouldn’t he lumpy and out of shape to such an extent to not even consider hand to hand combat?

4) The Bane fight –where’s the damn utility belt? At one point, he uses fire crackers to distract Bane, but distractions are not effective against the “uninitiated”. Batman doesn’t use guns, we get that. He also knows he’s losing the fight. Isn’t there a Taser or some other useful weapon or tool that he can use?

5) So, Alfred and Bruce break up before the ass kicking by Bane. Bruce is in a prison in some third world country, never clear if its South America, North Africa or Eurasia, but it is without doubt, not in our hemisphere. Bruce has also lost Wayne Enterprises and his fortune, and one assumes all the other perks of wealth. In Batman Begins, Bruce embarks on a lose thy self to gain thy self journey, where at the end, Alfred, presumably summoned, shows up with a private jet to take him home. In DKR, Bruce also has 48 hours to get home and save Gotham. The prison he escapes from seems no where near a pay phone. Now, he may have more than 48 hours, that is my guess, after a few viewings; it is never clear although it is not as long as a week. Now, I’m not so upset, be it poetic license or screen writing lapse, that fails to specify the exact time, when he finally does arrive in Gotham it’s 18 hours (I think) until the bomb goes off. As a movie goer, I accept that he will be in Gotham in time, but my question is how, without Alfred’s help. He has no ID and even if he has some secret way of accessing enough money for to pay for a flight – and get a passport! – to fly commercial, then the time constraint becomes more of an inescapable plot impediment. Of course, a call to Alfred would mean there would be no problem. But there is no reunion apparent in the film, nor any alternative to Alfred explanation for Bruce getting away from a foreign land and close enough to sneak into Gotham, which is under Bane’s occupation. In a comic book movie, one shrugs these concerns off as just part of the genre, but for a realistic noir, this should have been explained and could have been in a way surprising to the audience – that Bruce always has a card up his sleeve – and one hoped that card would be Alfred. In the Batman mythology, these two would never break up. In noir reality of the trilogy, Alfred is the only way Bruce could save Gotham in time. Nolan keeps this resolution off-screen and unexplained, which weakens the film and betrays his original vision.

6) So, even if we accept that Bruce is able to get back to America within about six hours from the third world prison, how does he get into Gotham? And, why not, later as Batman, suggest using a reverse trip through this route to get more people to safety?

7) Where is Alfred during the Bane occupation of Gotham, is he still in the city? What happens to Wayne Manor, which is in the“heights” but within the city limits during the occupation? Gotham appears to be an island, connected by bridges that are blown up or the one that is intact, which is guarded by police and national guard to prevent anyone from escaping Gotham. Is Wayne Manor, which is on a palatial estate, within these city limits – when leaving Gotham, must they take a bridge? If yes, is it under Mercenary control, was it looted with the rest of the wealthy – there are scenes of Gotham’s Park Avenue being ransacked by a mob – did the mob make it out to the manor? Bane knows who Bruce is, Rahs Au Ghual (Liam Nelson), burned down Wayne Manor – wouldn’t Bane and his henchmen go into Wayne Manor, steal a bat mobile, get other stuff, or let some of the criminals in on the secret? A cameo by Eric Roberts, how could Nolan resist, dang!

8) Speaking of the ransack, why only the townhouses, why not stores and such? Why didn’t the mob go a looting city-wide? In one of the chase scenes, a Saks Fifth Avenue store looms large in the background. Did this product placement deal prevent looting scenes?

9) Is the mob just criminals from Black Gate, or the good people of Gotham, or just criminals from the entire city – the very criminals Batman has ignored for eight years because he only goes after crime lords, not the types who might kill during a robbery, leaving two parents dead a plucky lad orphaned?

10) How many henchmen are there? Dozens, hundreds? Is the level of devotion as intense as the guy who willingly dies on the plane in the opening scene – the cement workers seem more like hired guys, while the dark skinned guy who was going to shoot Blake seems more true believer. Is the benefit of being occupiers purely satisfaction that their faith in the League of Shadows reciprocated? There seems to be no other plus, like women or luxuries – they don’t plunder the town, they just encourage ransacking – yet for their faith they get to be automatic weapon toting cops, which has got to be boring since there’s no apparent insurrection against the occupiers. They are referred to as mercenaries throughout the third act, and they do let trucks in for food supplies, but there doesn’t seem to be hordes of citizens lining up, or getting shot by mercenaries. How are they enforcing Marshall law? Is there a curfew? Do people still go to work? Are drug shipments, legal and illegal, allowed? At a certain point, ATM’s run out of currency. What is happening to the banks, were they all ransacked too? Are schools opened, hospitals? Do people still pay rent? Do their food stamps still work? Does the Gotham PSE&G cut electrify off for non payment? Gotham is under Bane for about five months, but after the initial ransack – which only seems to involve maybe two dozen or so – what about the rest of the population? Are they living on rationed food? Do the mercenaries turn a blind eye to smuggling? When the food truck arrives with the special forces, they enter an empty store and only a handful of people seem to be lingering, waiting their arrival. One assumes Gotham has millions of people –it is referred to by the U.S. president as our greatest city – but there is only a sense that this one store and one truck with the undercover soldiers is all that is needed.

 
 
11) What happens to the vesting team and fans at the football game? Is there some kind of system to allow people off the island of Gotham City who don’t live there? What about people in town for the day? I don’t expect 8 million stories to be told about this fictional Naked City, but Nolan ignores all the details of the premise he creates, a weakness he did not succumb to in in the first two films, which set the tone and expectations for DKR.

12) During the final clash between the police and the mercenaries, where is the rest of the citizenry? They do not seem to be watching, are they still trying to escape? After Cat Woman blows up the debris blocking the tunnel, are people using it, the whole purpose was for an escape route, but on one is near the tunnel, no one is notified to lead an exodus, no one is putting out the fire Cat Woman has caused.

13) Before Batman flies the nuclear bomb into Gotham bay, he reveals to Gordon that Batman is Bruce Wayne by reminding Gordon that he put his coat over his shoulders after his parents were slain. Gordon finally realizes who he is – duh! – what a cracker jack detective. But this is after that the Bane occupation was a few months old and aided by the vehicles stolen from Wayne Enterprises. The vehicles look and work exactly like the Bat Mobile, although they are in camouflage, not black. Can’t this man put two and two together, or at least wonder, haven’t I seen these cars before?
 
I keep going back to the eight years of no crime fighting –the fatal flaw in this film by which Nolan’s noir realism collapses – and the pinning of Dent’s murder on The Batman. Two story points mitigate this unquestioned pinning of the murder – Two Face – Dent’s brutal alter ego – is responsible for at least two murders, one an ex cop, and there are witnesses – Eric Roberts for one. Two Face escaped from the exploding hospital on his own, not by the school bus evacuation, and even if his murder spree was covered up, how is explained to the press and the judiciary how he went from the hospital to the roof where he was pushed (?) by The Batman? Jim Gordon’s family is there, how is that explained? And, what is the motivation for Batman to kill Dent? Before this incident, Batman apprehends the Joker – Why would Batman catch the bad guy then kill the good guy? Motive aside, why isn’t Batman given cred for nabbing the joker?

I have no problem with the police pursuing The Batman at the conclusion of DK, he is a vigilante. But as Gordon invokes the idea that Goth man gets the hero it needs, The Dark Knight, I find no implication that The Batman would go into exile, especially for most a decade. To accept this, we must believe, Batman is only interested in mob bosses not all criminals (like the kind who killed his parents!) and/or that locking up mob bosses, stopped all crime and police corruption. In terms of character (former) and plot (latter), this is a stemming of disbelief that the social realism of Noir by definition prevents, but is part and parcel of the super hero comic books (or, a-hem, graphic novels).

More to the point, I have to wonder if this was always Nolan’s intention for the final installment. I wonder if Ledger’s death pushed Nolan’s original vision off its rails. In some Batman versions – such as Frank Miller –the Joker plays the victim card on television, claims that he was driven to madness by Batman’s masked vigilantism, only of course to come back and wreak more lethal havoc. Unlike Burton’s Batman, the Joker does not die in DK – does the fact neither this criminal nor his fate are even mentioned in DKR indicate a need to entirely avoid the original third installment that included Joker involvement? Pure speculation on my part, but what we do know is that the realism intrinsic to Nolan’s Batman was utterly abandoned by III, and one has to wonder why. In addition, the fate of the Joker was left unresolved.

If I was a Gotham City citizen, eight years after the joker made terroristic videos, murdered several policemen and blew up a hospital; I might remember that criminal more than I would the District Attorney.

While still a very good movie (and film), DKR is the weak sister of the trilogy. I’ve watched DK several times, and repeated viewings are rewarded. Case in Point, the climatic scene where the “hostages are the clowns,”in DK, some critics accused to be incoherent. You have Batman, the swat team, Joker’s henchmen, the hostages (uzis fastened to their hands by duct tape) and the Joker, all converging on a skyscraper. Quick cuts galore, frames are switching from night light to infra red. Who is who, and where you are in the action? After repeated views, you see that the action is totally coherent, superbly –if rapidly structured – a real master work of editing and fight-choreography that leaves the viewer with a sense of awe. As a set-piece created through editing, this scene stands alongside the helicopter attacks in Apocalypse Now or the final battle to blow up the Death Star in Star Wars.

The comparable scene in DKR is the final show down between the cops and the mercenaries, falls short of this admittedly high standard. With this clash, Batman and Bane face off. A very exciting scene, and well-edited, the action has a relentless flow. But, unlike the aforementioned scene in DK, repeated viewings are not rewarded. The fake acting fights become so apparent, you see the punches being pulled, the chins being turned. Bad guys are pausing, the jumping with Batman’s fist, like Indians in B-Westerns running into bullets.

In DK, the climatic scene becomes more real, but in DKR, it becomes more Hollywood.

Let me reiterate, I liked Dark Knight Rises. It was one of the best films of 2012. Nolan produces the new Superman, which looks fantastic and I can’t wait to see it. What I’m wondering though, will it be more realistic or more fantastical. In other words, has Nolan completely abandoned his previous commitment to the plausible? I’m not sure which approach will serve the material best, and with Superman, there’s a lot more traditional disbelief required for the story to be told than there is with Batman.

What gives me hope in DKR that Nolan will make the transition – from pure realism to a believable yet fantastic comic book film –is Cat Woman. Anne Hathaway steals DKR. It’s as if she is the only one who realizes she is in a comic book movie. She quips as she performs barely plausible stunts, like breaking the prisoner’s wrists when she enters lock-up. A subtle yet broad performance, she’s rarely this much fun to watch. You believe her action, but that action occurs within a larger,more fantastic universe, than the more narrow world of noir realism. It’s a sign that Nolan conveys believability without being enslaved to creating the reality shared by the audience. With Cat Woman, he is creating a comic book reality that deliberately replaces the noir world of BB and DK. This attitude may not be consistent throughout DKR, but it bodes well for Man of Steel.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Tree Surgery


 
I got closer for more pictures but zap. One picture left and this was it. Out of memory. The damn things hold about 1,000 pictures and the last time I erased this one was in August. Good lord, that’s a lot of snaps but such is the ways of digital photography. Tree surgery as spring finally took hold. Branches and boughs were being removed. They survived Sandy and Winter but I guess leaf-bearing is too risky. The chain saw wielding tree surgeon in the cherry picker was cutting into the wood, but I was unable to get the picture of a falling bough. The winter that wore out its welcome left the branches of trees stark and bare well into spring, and now the summer blast seems to have accelerated the budding and blooming. If indeed, that Spring’s arrival of leaves means these branches pose a threat, the tree surgery was a race against time, suddenly emergent and/or urgent.  Off with the limbs, STAT!

Un-Speed the Plows

A blast of summer, a return to spring and one hopes not a return to winter, which sure did linger. But snow as late as early May is not unheard of, and in our current climate-changed world, anything is possible. Less than a week ago, winter coat, scarf, wool hat, and gloves were in order –a rise of 50 degrees (give or take, wind chill factors and such) – in about three days. How weird is that.
 
So, as we enjoyed the new heat I spotted these plows – not yet ready for storage, but snow removal seems to be past so here they rest, abandoned and neglected, rendered impotent now that old man winter has finally fled. These lots must be kept cleared for social order to be maintained. We remember the coats and the worry about the commute or if the cupboard is sufficiently stock. Do we have Parmalat milk? Toilet paper? Like these snow plow blades, snow anxiety is ready for storage for another round of warmer seasons.
 
I think this is a plow blade, but I'm not certain, but it still looks cool.I love the rust, the wear & tear and the litter and debris that has settled near, carried by the breezes not blowing for this moment at least.