Visible from my window at work in the south bronx, the new 145th Street Bridge on the Harlem river was delivered at the beginning of the month (gothamist) and is awaiting installation at about 129th street. There are several other bridges of its type along the river, which will have to spin out of the way to let this one through. Presumably some also had to spin for it to get its current spot, but none of us saw it happen.

While getting this photo (the view from my window was more confusing so I went down to a bit of wasteland and train tracks by the river) I learned a new word: putrescible. It literally means subject to putrefaction, and is usually used (as it was in this case) in reference to putrescible waste:

Solid waste that contains organic matter capable of being decomposed by microorganisms and of such a character and proportion as to cause obnoxious odors and to be capable of attracting or providing food for birds or animals.

The construction yard next to our building, just FYI, does not accept putrescible waste, though judging by the lovely aromas that frequently waft in through our windows, the nearby WM (Waste Management) facility does. The word has a nice ring for something so unpleasant.