nyc transit strike - the first, and hopefully the last, day

a 4.4 mile trek,including a brooklyn bridge crossing. that was my morning.

this is gonna sound crazy, but i loved every freezing minute of it. it was in the 20s--real feel temps in the teens--but i had long johns, a hat, and a scarf (wrapped around my face, bandito-style) and really, once i started walking, i warmed up pretty quickly. i was much happier being outside and on the move--i know it was harder on those who had to stand in the cold and wait wait wait for a ride from either a company bus, a friend, or a random new york driver. and i'm sure it was equally trying to get on the lirr. and i was luckier than most, in that i didn't need to be at work, or anywhere, at an appointed hour. i knew exactly how to navigate my way home, and in fact, home was always in my sights. that was tremendously comforting. people on the streets were for the most part, patient, friendly, and understanding, and i was glad to be out in the thick of it, if just to know that truth. it was an amazing experience, to see new yorkers take to the streets...

here are some more photos...

but i don't want to romanticize it too much--this is costly on so many levels for every new yorker. i hope it ends soon. as in tonight.