Stranded starfish have no place to hide

30 10 2012

Some of us are fine, some of us are not.

My neighborhood was barely hit: a lot of twigs, a fair number of branches, and a few trees down, but as far as I know, no flooding, no fires (Breezy Point!); there is electricity up and down the block.

As a weather nut, I thought of biking over to Red Hook or down to Coney Island to see what I could see, but then I thought, Well, if the police are doing their jobs, they won’t let in looky-loos like me, and besides, I’d only get in the way of work crews. Most importantly, the folks in the washed-out areas didn’t need a dipshit on a bike photographing them in their distress.

So this dipshit went to Prospect Park, instead.

The park got hit, and much worse than during Irene, but for the most part the damage was here-and-there, not overwhelming-and-everywhere.

Still, the clues to the damage were apparent at the Parkside entrance to the park:

Then right inside the entrance, a number of downed trees:

I went less than a mile and shot a bunch of downed trees, but after the fifth or eighth tree, I decided I didn’t need to shoot every sideways tree.

Still, I did take a few more shots. There’s a pavilion near the southeast corner of the park that I really like, so I checked to make it sure it was still standing and found this striking shot:

This tunnel leads to the bridge near the Audubon Center, so I trekked through to see how it fared:

It’s fine, as you can see.

I then made my way back to the road and circled the park. Leaves and needles and twigs  spackled the road, and in a few spots snapped trees blocked a lane, but at no point was the road completely blocked. There were plenty of walkers and runners and a few bikers, and dogs were eagerly pulling their people hither and yon.

Trucks were lined up along the west side of the park and crews were already beginning to chainsaw branches and chip up the mess.

And then, because I’d been sitting on my ass for over a week due to a bent back, I decided to take a few laps around the park in order to remind my body that it did, in fact, still move.

At the top of the second lap I stopped for a shot of the magnificent Grand Army arch and framing columns:

This part of Brooklyn, at least, still stands.

I planned on another lap or two, but the rain spat on that idea, so I headed home. I saw a couple of snapped trees on the way back, but, again, most of the houses and streets seemed to be in good shape.

The major concern for me at this point is how to get to work. The tunnels are flooded, and while I could grab a Q over the East River to Union Square, it’s not clear if any 4 trains would be running in either direction. My office in lower Manhattan and CUNY are both closed, but I don’t know if CUNY will be opening its campuses before the trains are back in service; if so, it’s not clear how I’ll get up to the Bronx.

Eh, I guess I’ll worry about that later; nothing I can do about it now. That maddening phrase makes a certain kind of sense, now: It is what it is.

Of course, it’s easy to say that when one’s home is intact and powered, and all its inhabitants safe.




5 responses

31 10 2012

Glad to hear you and your neighborhood fared okay. Like most disasters, the media focuses on the worst, which naturally leads people who live in faraway lands (i.e. California) to think that the destruction is universal in the area. Anyway, good to know that you and my other friends back east are all well.

And yeah, I know, I’ve been a total stranger around these parts. Hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things at some point. 🙂

31 10 2012

looks like parks in London after the hurricane that hit while I was in school there, can they keep calling these global warming disasters “once in a generation” storms when they are getting to be annual events? looks like you have some novel writing time on yer hands.

1 11 2012
1 11 2012

Nice gravatar, dmf! Finally got a look at it.

Yeah, most of the city is okay; it’s just that the electricity went out and tunnels flooded in Manhattan, through which all other boroughs run. Once that get’s running again (I’d bet some time this weekend), most folks in the city will be okay.

Those who are not, of course, are in flooded areas, and, worst of all, in Breezy Point. But these will be, for better and for worse, smaller, personal, stories, no longer a city-wide emergency. What matters in this city is that we keep moving, so once that ability is restored to us, most of us will go on.

2 11 2012

thanks, I had to find a new tag when I was asked to be part of a blog and my dmf was taken (the nerve) and then it was all too easy to lift an image, hope I’m not violating someone’s artistic rights, hard to know in this cut&paste world.

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