In slow recovery from what seemed like a nasty bronchitis, I ventured out on a cold late afternoon, chasing a light that did not truly happen. A low cloud layer had blinded the sun like a hood placed on a falcon’s head, temporarily crippling it.

I walked down to Brooklyn Bridge Park’s Pier 6 just in case, snapped a few shots and hurried back home as the wind whined, reminding me I should be sheltered and warm.

Cruises are back in action, so is the Staten Island Ferry
Lower Manhattan
Great view from the living-room, but a never-ending earthquake from underlying 2-level BQE highway
A small park at the bottom of Amity Street overlooking the BQE
Brooklyn Bridge Park construction under way
Umbrellas for next summer
Lower Manhattan falls into darkness, still partially dark
The gantry cranes of Brooklyn