After 2 days of cabin fever, and after the wind gusts started to die down, I took a walk outside to see what I could see, and I took my trusty little digital camera.
From my end, there wasn't much to see. I decided to walk to my Lower East Side studio, officially to make sure the building was alright, but really just for the walk.
The neighborhood is a little frazzled around the edges, but not really much damage around here. There's lots of leaf and branch litter on the sidewalks and streets, but not much in the way of big tree limbs or downed trees. In our neighborhood, it looks like the aftermath of a bad thunderstorm.
This was the worst damage that I saw:
And of course there were lots of people taking pictures, like me.
I was happy to discover that the pedestrian path on the Williamsburg Bridge was wide open
It seems to me that we've had perhaps a little too much practice at this life-goes-on-in-the-face-of-catastrophe kind of thing over the last 10 years or so.
Well, it's not much of post-apocalyptic spectacle, but then I'm so grateful that nowhere I have to go looks like Breezy Point in the Rockaways today.