Yesterday, I walked down to the waterfront to take some pictures and check things out. When I got there, I found I was more intrigued with the people than I was with what actually took place earlier in the day.
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A guy from the Mayor’s office.
The fire department. I was told it was a 9 alarm fire, which means nine different firehouses supplied ALL of their men. By the time I got there, the Disaster team from The American Red Cross was handing out food. I am always amazed by the kindness of others during times like this. While I realize it’s their job and everything, they did so with a smile on their face and they did so armed with kind words. I can barely say that of me and my corporate life.
A little boy watches me watch him not watch the actual fire.
What’s left of the building. I was told that it fell around noon.
The guy from above being cheered up by a dog. Dogs know stuff about things. :]
Some photo bloggers. There were many people down there with their cameras, me being one of them. I was stopped by a few people because they wanted to talk about my camera. I guess the D200 is still very hard to find. Who knew?
Another shot of the building.
New York City’s Finest. (Again with the smiles…)
I tried to capture the diversity one discovers in Williamsburg and Greenpoint.
There is a really large Hasidic poplution starting at Broadway and continuing on down along the waterfront and along the South numbered streets.
Greenpoint’s Polish children.
This is George. I met George while I was snapping pictures. George is a painter.
The next three are of our view of the sunset once we got home.
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