The capital of media bullshit makes it through another insignificant winter storm. I send my best wishes to people in the Midwest and New England who actually had some serious weather; pay no mind our hysteria and ratings/click-whoring news-tainment companies, who must feed on your eyes like a parasite to survive. 
Rather more impressive was the high tide. I actually missed it by an hour, but it was still pretty high, the whole harbor looking bloated and swollen. A couple of tractors working on the beach section-to-be between Piers 4 and 5 were sitting in water. I’d give the park here a generous 2.5 feet before flooding (again, this was an hour after the tide’s peak). It’s scary how low so much of the city is (Sandy was a super storm, surging in on a high tide, but it was thankfully not a super hurricane).
New Year’s Day’s New Moon was as close to Earth as our ghostly sibling gets, creating higher than usual tides. This morning’s high, 9:36 a.m. at Brooklyn Bridge, was 5.7 feet, just a tad shorter than yesterday’s “supermoon” high of 5.8 feet. To give you some comparison, tomorrow morning’s high will be 4.9 feet. 
An hour and a half after high tide at the Carousel.
Backyard and Beyond 
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