we woke tuesday morning after the hurricane to a devastated downtown. all tunnels were flooded and transportation to brooklyn and new jersey nonexistent. korrina was safe in bushwick. she said they still had power and it all felt the same. but in the village, everything was quiet and everyone was walking around in shock. there was one car on our street that never got moved when the water came up, and was totally flooded.
the water mark at west 11th and west street.
the river seems very quiet now!
it all feels very surreal.
the pier was very battered, but held up.
every few moments extreme gusts of wind would whip by to remind us that sandy hadn't left completely, yet.
the sky was a beautiful grey, and it was reassuring to see the empire in the distance, kind of like "and our flag was still there . . "
mr. skeleton was still hanging on, though backwards.
trees are precious in the city, and losing them is sad for us.
this was very odd! a building's facade was washed away at eighth avenue and 15th street.
the blackout affected downtown from 34th street onwards. greg decided to go into work and took several items from the refrigerator to place in the work frig. morgana, chanda and i were joined by their friend deychen, and we walked uptown (with everyone else from downtown!!) to find a hot cup of tea.
passing the new york times building . . as we moved uptown, street signals would be working, and then as suddenly not working at the next street. by 34th/36th street, all was fine.
posing with jackie gleason at port authority.
we ended up going to the little pie company at 43rd street. what's funny, is that the couple sitting next to us had walked uptown from jane street (jane is just a few blocks from bank). they said jane street was terribly flooded. even though it's further uptown from us, the street dips down more and floods more easily. we had the nicest visit here. the young lady behind the counter was so sweet and heated all our pie requests!!! it felt so wonderful to eat warm pie and drink hot tea!!! she doesn't realize how happy she made me. it was cold outside, and it was a long walk for a cup of tea!
walking back home we passed this lightpost that looked a little lopsided.
so . . most of the buildings along west street had their basements flooded (as were all the ground floor apartments in our building). the window gates on the left hid a scene like this picture below:
someone's bedroom filled with the hudson river. it's quite an awakening to realize you live in a flood zone. should we continue living here? how do you close up a neighborhood and turn it back into marshland? or, rather in our, case, the river!!! from greenwich street westward, it's all landfill. i'm living on landfill. did i think about that when we bought the apartment? no!!
another linden tree downed in bleecker park (sigh).
i don't have a gas stove in my apartment. sad to say, i know. so we took our mashed turnips and chicken soup to deychen's home to heat it up on her gas stove.
deychen's computer had two hours of power left, so they watched an old movie while eating the soup, which tasted amazingly delicious!!!!!
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