By now, everyone has their own battle stories about the first day of the first NYC transit strike in 25 years. Mine, like many others, involves walking over the Brooklyn Bridge to get to work in Lower Manhattan. It was 25 degrees during my hour long trek from Park Slope, but to mark this infamous occasion, Daniel inspired me to take a few photos on my way to work:

Of course, once I had my camera at work, I took some lovely sunset pictures of the view from my office — which I’ve always meant to do.

All in all, despite the madness, my day was certainly not as chaotic as others. Though, I am happy to say that I will be forgoing the long walk tomorrow and spending the day telecommuting from the warmth of my own apartment. As long as I can make it to JFK to catch my flight out of town on Thursday morning, I’ll survive — just hope the strike is old news by the time I make it back to the city in January…