As I write, I am watching workmen build scaffolding down the main walk of the view from Avenue C. They'd put some up, close to the buildings in May as I was getting ready to leave for North Carolina, but it's not "in" the view.

I've been meaning to get pictures of the view for a year and a half, and had made arrangements, last week, for a friend to bring her camera and get shots from afternoon into evening, since in a month I'll never see it again.

This borders on cruelty by the universe. . . .