New York — I went downtown the Thursday before the power came back on to check in on some friends on the LES. They didn’t have power, water, or pretty much anything else save for some beer (kept cold outside their kitchen window) and some boardgames. I started in West Chelsea and walked through lower Manhattan until night washed out the city’s lights. At night the ghost town took on a hum as emergency generators powered intersection spotlights and red road flares hissed into the night.
I thought about editing these shots, making them prettier or more vivid. Instead, this is just what it looked like down there. The pictures do not capture the sense of hope and solidarity, the good will and community, and the solid silence of New York when its bones aren’t working.