From our bedroom window.
That's the collapsing crane on 57th Street, just three blocks north of us. Right now, the broken "crane" part of it is swinging in the wind like a dangling elephant's trunk. It's making noise. And it's making me nervous. They evacuated down to the street above ours.
Otherwise, not too much going on out there. We were out ever-so-briefly for puppy walking. Ben was in fine form.
We passed some overturned plants, but other than the crane catastrophe, the neighborhood is holding up okay.
And little Doo...well, he's not too happy about any of this.
The local news channel is blaring in the background and I'm baking chocolate-chip pumpkin cookies.