a dour sour day, yesterday. strangeness in the grey damp day. i guess things electrical weren't up to it. breakdown explode.
anyway, not sure if it was a simple manhole, but 15 minutes after i passed by, i see police lights from inside the lobby of the building where i'm waiting for a colleague for a gig, she herself delayed by the explosion of the buildings at 116th street. my thought is "hope nothing's going down" but in a passive sort of way... i didn't see anyone run or hear bullhorns, so i figured all was chill.
which it kinda was, i suppose.
i tried to get closer on the opposite side of the street. to catch the colour and light of the flames within the manhole. the wind changed, and noxious smoke seared my lungs.
really nasty, toxic fume....
a not so gritty kitty who does live in the city....a (properly) roaming khaat whose eye loves to linger... take pictures....& bake challah!