Photos Between Saturday Work and Thunderstorm
Saturday was hot and polluted. I had until 2 before I had to meet people for work, so J. and I went out for breakfast and biked around for a while exploring the construction in our neighborhood. It was a morning of delicious beverages: iced tea, coffee, milk tea, pineapple shake, ice water. Construction workers were out in full force like always, digging up roads, hauling bricks, pouring concrete, digging pits, refinishing buildings. The whole city was like a disturbed anthill swarming with ants trying to repair it.
I made it to the coffee shop just as the thunderstorms began. Outside, the sky fell. Inside, me and two coworkers struggled to think of new TV scripts while not being distracted by an amateur photography class that was shooting every little detail in the cramped establishment.
Workers heroically erect a lamp post.
Scooping up the street.
Man takes a break in the shade near the subway construction.
Pipe and hydrant.
Gate to a utility building.
Scraps of weathered wood make fine edging.
Lady waits for dog to pee on pole.
Workers standing on blocks.
Old foundation piles beyond the gate.
Scaffolding and green mesh cover an entire high rise.
The bricks have broken free from a hole in the wall.
Pipes and dusty road.
Water bottles along a busted up road.
The blue shell wall.
Man with pipe. Man with open door on scooter, oblivious.
Bank truck on overpass.
Exposed pink wall of dismantled building.
You pay for the orange wall view.
There’s a hole in the wall where the men can see it all.
Another moving day.
Kitten of the park watches the grass intently.
Rust colored windows, decorate columns.
A pile of concrete sacks.
Blood from a mosquito that got under the sheets and bit us until I squished it.
Working at the crowded Cottage Cafe during a thunderstorm.
Markings on the wall.
J. and the patterned wallpaper of Wagas.
A Wagas salad.
Night begins to fall over this horribly polluted city.
When all else failed, the Saturday bike ride around town got me in better spirits. I stunk like a devil yesterday. Three sweaty bike rides and drying cycles made for a crusty and sharp outfit. Sunday will be busy and disorganized, but I’ll try to make the most of it before heading into work.