The New York Water Taxi was leaving its berth just as I was walking down the plank toward it. For all you people who might want to take the Water Taxi to Ikea be warned: they leave right on time! So there I was, out on the pier with 40 minutes to fill – yup, it’s 40 minutes between rides. Although South Street Seaport is just one pier over, I didn’t want to go over there. Knowing myself as well as I do, I knew I’d get distracted by something interesting and, before I knew it, I’d be missing the 2:40 taxi! I could go inside out of the wind, but the waiting room – although open – is still being cleaned up from Sandy’s wrath. Not appealing.
Then I noticed a drone and looked up to see a helicopter coming in for a landing. Oh, the South Street Heliport is just one pier over the other way! I’ve always liked flying machines. When I was in college, eons ago, I used to hang out at the airport runway with my boyfriend, watching the airplanes take off and land. With pleasant memories of another life fluttering in my mind, I settled to watch the action at the heliport.
The sun was right overhead and flaunting its brilliance in my eyes, so I resorted to my trusty point-and-shoot-in-the-general-direction methodology. I tried to listen for the “click” of the shutter as a signal that a picture had been taken, but with the noise of the rotor blades cutting the air, it was hard to hear anything else. Once more, I had to wait until I got home and uploaded the pictures onto my computer to see what I got. If nothing else, I’m certainly having a lot of practice with patience!