Photo of the day: The blackout below 39th street.
We biked in to the city last night. Halfway over the Williamsburg bridge there was a wall of darkness and we rode slowly down the Manhattan part of it in to a dark Lower East Side. We biked through East Village and Stuyvesant town and further up on 1st avenue. Streets I’ve been on so many times were now hard to recognize. This thing when it’s quiet in Manhattan. And not hearing subways roar from below. Only a few people out, a bunch of cabs going uptown, some candles in the majority of black windows. Blinking lights from cop-cars slowly cruising the streets. It felt surreal. And sad.
I had a feeling that it would be bad, but I couldn’t imagine this.
Personally I’m fine, but still evacuated from my studio and home. I’m currently on an artist-residency in Staten Island, a borough that was hit very hard by the storm. I found out that my studio luckily isn’t flooded or damaged, but it still has no power, which means a few more days of evacuation. Next week I hope to be back and being able to volunteer.
My thoughts go out to the people and families who lost their homes and loved ones. If you can’t volunteer, please donate something to The Red Cross or another legitimate organization.