The temperature dropped at sunset — 68° and gusty. On the way to Megan and Josh's farewell party Stephanie and I paused to look at some very odd looking clouds — a seagull got sucked upwards and into a formation of red skulls and demonic cotton balls. I took this picture in Brooklyn Heights. June has been unseasonably cold, stormy and wet. National unemployment average is up to 9.5% (and growing) and the New York real estate market is all a mess. One has to wonder if the weather is a prelude to even harsher times (aka, the 70s).
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