It’s calm. A good time for some meditation.
The building windows still have the useless tape crosses, some probably still from Irene.
Tons of sand are removed from the streets
Beach is where it was not before
Most of the messed up cars have been towed, but some streets are still full of sand
Garbage imbedded in fences
The iconic Shore Hotel sign twisted in the wind
Nathans is full of water and sand
Brighton’s old ladies are back on the benches though
This limo probably spent some time under water
Dirt marks the high water line
Brighton beach streets are never particularly tidy, but now businesses have basements full of water
This cab has seen better days for sure
The swans are back. I wonder where they went for the storm. The Sheepshead Bay bridge is all jacked up though.
Getting into Manhattan is a pain in the ass.
Buses think that they are trains
Downtown Manhattan is eery – it’s dark and there’s no cell reception. Cops set up flares by the bus route
Getting back into Brooklyn is even more of a pain. Cops have no idea where the shuttle buses stop saying that they are not MTA, and MTA employees send you in the wrong direction. Streets by the bus routes are lit by road flares. Only the Empire State Building is lit. It’s red – orange – yellow in honor of Thanksgiving.
