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I finally got around to organizing some of the photos I took during the Hurricane Sandy blackout. Except for the power going out in my neighborhood, I don’t have any stories of hardship. I just had to walk to work and walk back in pitch dark every day that week. So I didn’t see any of Sandy’s real devastation, but walking around the deserted downtown Manhattan was enough craziness for me.

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Virtually all of them were shot with my Sony NEX-7 and 24mm lens. No clever skill to them or heavy-post-processing…just bumped the ISO and aperture to the max and held my breath. All of these photos are on my Flickr account and available through Creative Commons, along with the metadata and original sizes.

Feel free to re-use the photos (with attribution). So if you were interested in purchasing a print, donate instead to post-Sandy efforts: Coney Recovers | Staten Island Advance’s list | FEMA Donation Info

And then suddenly, everyone remembered how much they loved traffic lights.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS.

This was fun for the first few blocks of the walk. But unsettling and unnerving after twenty.

Astor Place.

Too bad the skies were mostly cloudy that week. We might have been able to see the stars from lower Manhattan for the first time since Edison (or the last blackout, I guess).

Here’s what lower Manhattan looked like from the Top of the Rockefeller. Just kidding, that’s way more lighting than lower Manhattan had (this is Central Park)

Lights were mostly out from the ESB to the WTC

I applaud their bravery, but this looks like the four-wheel death ride to hell.

Cop cars would go down the side streets every so often, flooding the area with blue and red lighting. Still, it was a mugger’s dream, considering victims wouldn’t be able to call 911 on their cell phones.

NYU apparently had their own generators.

I’d never thought I’d live to see Veselka closed.

In the last days of the blackout, the Flatiron building provided a striking divide between the have-lights and the have-nots.

A light tower in Chelsea on 8th Avenue.

Dawn at the Meatpacking district

It was actually nice to take bus rides for a change.

Below 23rd Street near Broadway

Pizza by flashlight.

The value of a hot meal could not be overstated.

This was my living room after the power went back on. Apparently we never bothered to turn off the TV.