New York City Strength

whispers of the past resonate through the indefatigable in the forging of our future

Month: January, 2014

Getting Close

After a few emails back and forth, March 24 (2011) would be the day for me to visit the site.

I would be escorted by one of the field office engineers.  They asked me to wear a hard hat and safety vest.
Totally cool.

Seeing the Possibilities


It was Saint Patrick’s Day, 2011.

After a long day of work, I popped into my friend Dermot’s Irish Restaurant before going home. It was time to enjoy a pint of beer and some good conversation.  And then it was time to take care of puppy-dog.

As Kodi and I stepped out the front door for our evening walk, I noticed some activity at the end of the street. We headed in that direction. The closer we got, the more interesting it became; there was construction going on. It was 11:00pm, not the usual time for this sort of activity. Nor did it seem right for work to be happening on a holiday…at least so I thought.

In my usual fashion I had two conversations going on in my head when torn on how to handle an unknown situation.
The first was: Do I go up to the men, say hello, find out what’s going on and then ask them who was in charge?
The second was: What are you thinking? Just keep walking and head home. The city already told you NO.

After pacing back and forth for a few moments, sorting this out in my head and making Kodi a bit crazier than usual, there was a moment of no return. A worker was right next me, I had to take the chance.

I quickly said my hello’s, inquired as to what was going on and then asked for the person in charge. Without issue, all went very well. He told me the person I was seeking out was Darrin, the Superintendent of the project. On this particular evening, the men were doing preliminary work for the upcoming demolition of the bridge-overnight was the best time for this to happen.

And this was the moment when all the stars aligned. Fate, Kismet, Karma. I began to feel excited about the possibilities.

Darrin was intrigued by my proposal. He gave me his business card and told me to contact him the next day. Here is the email I sent:

This is Teresa, the photographer that you were very kind to talk with last night.
I want to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to come down and see the site.
You and your team will be building something that people will enjoy for decades to come.
I’d like to document the progress of the build and quietly celebrate you through photography.  I’ll pop by Monday morning (8ish) and we can talk more about the details.

I’ve attached images of the road crew working the FDR around 2AM.  Drivers then weren’t too happy either…

Thanks again.  Have a great weekend!

This would be the beginning of my relationship with Ferreira Construction. And the beginning of the Bridge Project at East 78th Street.


We See Things When We Are Ready


“As the clocked ticked toward midnight, 2010 was coming to a close. The imagined project was developing into something real. The history, the environment, the economics of NYC and how the River affects each would be the launching point. And so the journey would begin. I could now welcome in 2011. At the stroke of midnight the project became official.”*
* excerpt from beginnings.

But where to start? The answer would begin to unfold at the end of February…

Kodi and I set out for our regular morning walk. On the way back in to our building, I noticed a sign on the inner door of our entry. People posted various signs there from time to time advertising items for sale before they move. Usually I ignored them. On this particular day I stopped and read what was in front of me. It had been up for over a week.

It was a notice from the NYC DOT. There was a construction project beginning in our neighborhood, at the end of our street. This notice outlined general information about the project as well as contact information in case we had questions; a neighborhood liaison was assigned in a community outreach effort. I read the sign and went inside. Kodi needed breakfast, and I had to head out for the day.

The next morning when we went out again, I stopped and reread the sign. At that moment something clicked. This could be the project to make my vision a reality. I copied down the number and called the office leaving a message simply asking how I could be part of it.

Deborah, the liaison got back to me within a few hours. She stated that she would be visiting the site over the next day and would ask whether I could go on location to photograph the project. Needless to say, I was not aware of the “red tape” for a city operation and did not expect to be turned down so quickly, so firmly.

Because of insurance issues, safety issues, the city was not willing to grant me my request. I was grateful that the DOT thought enough of me to respond so quickly. But I was quite disappointed as I felt everything was going to fall into place so nicely, so neatly.

That was not the case. I was down for now, but not out. The next opportunity would present itself in the upcoming weeks.

Taking Action-Happy New Year 2014

At 11:55pm, I stood on the footbridge overlooking the East River.  It was December 31, 2013.  The sky was clear, the air was crisp, the temperature was below freezing.  It was dark except for the few passing cars below on the FDR and the street lights in the distance.  There wasn’t a soul around .

This footbridge I have referenced many times to everyone I know:  the bridge project photographed from demolition to ribbon cutting.  But for some reason up until tonight, I have hit a block not knowing how to move forward and complete what I anticipate to be a really great story.

Excuses include:  I need to learn Final Cut X to make this a documentary film;  there are 1000’s of images to go through and edit to find the right mix;  other projects keep taking priority.  And so on.  The truth be told, all of these are true, but as with anything if you never start then it will never amount to anything.

As I stood on this bridge with my little dog Kodi, I called my mom on Cape Cod to count down to 2014.  She had it on TV.  10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  HAPPY NEW YEAR!

And with that she had a sip of Champagne for both of us.  It was now 2014.  How were we going to make this a special year?

The fireworks sounded in the distance from Central Park.  There was joy, excitement and POSSIBILITY in the air.

Kodi and I headed down the ramp of the bridge, back to our apartment to toast in The New Year.

It has been a tradition to have a piece of Pickled Herring as part of the “good luck” celebration.  (I really don’t know where this began, but hate to tempt fate…)  So I shared a piece with Kodi and washed it down with a fabulous red wine.

With a clean slate ahead, I made the decision that this project will be completed this year.

That means, every day an entry to this blog will happen.  They will tell the story of the actual events, the historical impact to the community and the people involved in making it happen.

Today is day one.

Happy New Year!