This morning on the East River at North 6th St., half an hour before high tide. Winds were gusty, fluctuating between pleasant and nerve-wracking. Water was already sloshing over the bank at the construction site at the end of North 3rd St, and the river was as choppy as I’ve ever seen it–much higher and messier than during Irene.
There were plenty of people out, and no police stopping anyone from wandering around. As I left a pair of Parks Department employees were trying to tie a piece of caution tape across the entrance to the pier. It was humming in the wind and kept snapping out of their hands.
Most of us who were out had dogs with us.
Sandy, a set on Flickr.