perldiver

I live on the 15th floor of an apartment complex...which is really the fourteenth floor, due to the building contractor's acute triskaidekaphobia.  Out my windows the Manhattan skyline spills away.  To the left, the buildings are lower and I can see a long way.  To the right, there are several other buildings as tall or taller  than mine; they loom up like stolid bodyguards clustering around the one or two squat buildings between them.  Framed right between them, at the top of the image, is a giant water tower that looks like the nosecone of a rocket.  Blue sky and cumulus loft above that.

Out the left window, a craine is swinging back and forth.  Thanks to the miracles of perspective, the crane (when upright) is taller than the giant skyscraper in the background.  I just watched it swing through 90 degrees of arc from about 315 to 45.  I wonder what they're doing with it?


The original sight that caused me to write this, however, was a plastic grocery bag.  It was caught on a rising thermal near the building closest to me out the right window.  I watched it soar higher and higher, inflated by the rising air and tumbling as it went.  When it got several stories higher than my window, it tumbled away and out of frame to the left.