I forgot the charger for my camera’s battery, which means I was relegated to iPhoneography this week. I feel like I’m not able to hone in on the composition as much as I’d like when using just my phone, but I also like being forced to play with the idea of not having as much control. Continue reading 365 Photos – 24/52
This week went by so quickly, and all the photos I picked were ones I unexpectedly took. Sometimes I plan what I want to take each day in my head, so I have an idea of when and where to bring my camera with me. Not so much this time, though. Continue reading 365 Photos – 17/52
From the Newark Airport home, there were no streetlights, no traffic lights, or anything. It’s completely deserted, and there are a few cops every few feet to help at the intersections. It’s such a strange feeling to be driving through this busy urban area, where it’s completely dark, apart from your car headlights.(Totally shoddy video of the ride home. You get the idea, though.)
On McCarter Highway, a whole lane was being taken up by those waiting for gas. It’s quiet, punctuated briefly by sirens and ambulances coming through.
I’ve been following @CoryBooker on Twitter, who seems to be responding to as many people as he can about the power and heat situations, but there are so many requests coming in and so many families in need.
Snapped a picture flying into Newark Airport. From the air, you can really see just how many homes are still without power. I happened to see a row of homes light up at the same time – I believe PSE&G restored power just as I was watching. I can imagine how relieved those families are.
Seeing the New York skyline, it was pitch black from the Empire State Building to Wall Street. It’s so surreal.
The Stone Pony stands proud despite hurricane Sandy! http://t.co/Zev1YPmI
— Bruce Springsteen! (@blogness) October 30, 2012
While I may have been physically away during the storm, my heart has been home in New Jersey. Thankfully, my immediate family is safe and sound, and it has been heartwarming to receive and send messages between friends and family, checking in on one other.
It’s also been extremely emotional seeing the damage, especially down at the Shore. I grew up near Atlantic City, spent every summer in Seaside Heights, and spent the last year in Jersey City. I’m anxious to be home, get our feet on the ground, and help as much as I possibly can.