Now that the winds have died down, we have had a chance to survey the damage. And it is horrific. Hard to even begin to describe what it looks like around here. And we did not get hit with any surge. The images of the shores, of downtown Manhattan are shocking. Taxis underwater, subway tunnels flooded and filled with sludge. Streetlights not working. And death, tragic deaths.
I realize this isn't a journey, per se, but it is what has happened in the world beyond the four walls in which I'd spent much of the past three days - cozy and warm, watching the news, annoyed by the storm, and not really understanding all that was happening. I was lucky. We were lucky. I don't know what else to say. We walked outside the morning to see much of the landscape around us altered, forever changed.
These images show what has happened to the trees near our house and in Prospect Park where we were this morning, despite police patrolling, telling us to leave.
The image above is the street next to ours, Garfield. Below this huge tree was one of our favorite as we entered Prospect Park. Others are in the park and one on the street - an enormous tree that fell between two cars, crushing them.
Two years ago we lost a thousand trees (I believe that's the number) to a tornado. And now this. We have more light, less shade, and less beauty around us than we did four days ago.