Calm

Pier One about an hour before high tide. I was somewhat amused to hear someone on the radio say that “high tide would come again.” Yes, it will, roughly every twelve hours, until the moon drifts further away. Meanwhile, the salt marsh perseveres.

Squally out there. Very little damage in my neighborhood; largest trees fine, a few limbs downed, leaves everywhere. Down below in the still-uncompleted section of Brooklyn Bridge Park, you can see the wrackline, where the flooding reached:

The sun broke through briefly while I was on the Promenade.