The rain came and was fierce but quickly turned into a light shower. One of my bedroom windows has an open, clear view North, where I felt the heaviest wind during the night that scared the hell out of me. The monster like howling gave way to the curtains blowing horizontally clear across the room. Then it just stopped, and then started up again. And then stopped, and started. Went on like that all night.
For myself, besides having to cancel last weekend's sessions and this one, I also lost a lot of photography workshop participants who were out-of-towners in the city only for that weekend. Wonder what kind of time they had?
But on post hurricane Sunday, thousands of my fellow New Yorkers couldn't get out fast enough to assess the damage. No one took heed to the serious warnings to "STAY INDOORS," hey, we're New Yorkers, survivors, right?
I wandered around nearby Carl Schurz Park with some trees down and the beautiful peaceful sculpture sitting area turned pond...here's just a few snaps.
text and photos © judith farber
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Great story, Jude and the photographs are haunting and poetic! Jeez, you should teach photography!!! Love you. Ginny
ReplyDeletethanks gin
ReplyDeleteteach? hmmmm, I would but there's just no $ in it!
luv ya