I live on 1st Ave between 90th and 91st. What is astounding is how quickly things kick into clean up mode. The entire block is literally clogged with cranes and dumpsters whereas three hours ago it was all rescue vehicles and fire trucks.
Yesterday, I was working on an assignment for a photography class I'm taking. The assignment is about contrasts, be it visual or ideas.
I took a photo of a restaurant across the street that showed the delivery guys on the street having much more fun than the patron sitting at the front table. I was pretty pleased with the shot.
What is freaking me out a little is a lot of this morning's tragedy played out in front of the same restaurant...that's where they took the crane operator's body initially. That's where some of the rescue workers took off their helmets in a moment of respect. And that's where the FDNY chaplain comforted the crew chief, who then comforted the widow (?) of the man who died.
Now, the very same spot is filled with bright red rolling dumpsters.
Quite a visual commentary about life marching on...
Sueleen Gay: "Here you go, Bitch, now go make some fukcing lemonade." 10/28/10