Took a little trip today with some friends to a defunct children’s mental institution. Here’s some highlights from the day. You can see the rest of the set HERE.
Last year following Hurricane Sandy I went to several hard-hit areas in New Jersey and New York to document the destruction, the struggles, and the humanity of what this powerful natural disaster did.
I wanted to commemorate this one year anniversary with some photos I didn’t share on my blog. I think I was just burned out at that point, thinking about, writing about, looking at the aftermath… my heart just broke for all affected.
These are from Far Rockaway, New York about 3 weeks after the storm.
Time permitting I will be making a return trip here, and to the other places I visited to see what it looks like today.
These are from the bayside. Notice the boat and remains of a houseboat.
You can see straight underneath the house to the bay.
These boats were washed up a good 40 feet from the current bay level.
Ocean side was terrible. The boardwalk was gone, only the old concrete handball courts broke up the landscape of construction vehicles and sand.
This one was used to make a political statement.
As I moved away from the beach, I met this man – a volunteer who was concerned for my safety. He offered me a hard hat and a reflective vest. He asked me if I did photography for a living, I told him no, I’m a singer, and he burst out in song. I can’t remember what we sang, but clearly it was a good tune!
This volunteer told me “I’m glad you’re here. Take lots of pictures. People need to see this because we need help out here.”
It was REALLY cold and rainy and these guys just weren’t dressed for it. They were taking shelter out of the wind and the rain.
I started to make my way across what would be the street to the residential area.
All of these cars were completely drowned in seawater.
The whole city was without power or water. I don’t know how people did it.
If there was a silver lining to my experiences here it was meeting all the folks who were there to help.
This was a lovely bunch manning the mobile library.
I’ll let this sum up this entry:
One thing about me: I’m a noticer. I’m the one that points out all the weird, random things, stuff that doesn’t belong, hilarious ironic things, people doing strange things. I’ve often considered creating a blog of just that kind of absurdity, but I can barely bring myself to maintain this blog.
Among the myriad of signs off Columbus boulevard in Philly, I just happened to look up and notice this. I’m sure there’s some political statement I’m probably missing (I said I was a noticer, not a knower) so maybe one of my readers can fill me in.