There were plenty of downed-pear pictures I did not take. But every collapsed tree on the streets of Cobble Hill and points south - with one willow exception - was a callery pear (Pyrus calleryana, also called Bradford pear).
On this blog I have gone on (and on, and on) about the weak crotches - titter - of callery pears.
They split. They fall. They crash.
Yet a new callery pear sapling has just been planted by the city, around the corner (replacing, incidentally, a dead stump where a nice batch of oyster mushrooms grew every year). I am not sure how many pears are responsible for damage to power lines at the moment but I'm guessing quite a few.
I love their blossoms, too.