Watching Sandy play along the riverfront
I posted a version of this earlier via my phone. This is the version from my camera (now that I’m sitting warm and cozy in my neighborhood Starbucks charging my devices and caffeinating my soul.)
I wanted to share this image again as it fills me with emotions and makes me feel very small and almost fragile. I’ve been to this spot on the Hudson RIver many times…to watch the sun and sailboats glide (up and down and back and forth respectively.) I’ve watched children play and old couples walk hand in hand, giggling and whispering as the seabirds cheered them on. What you don’t see are the sailboats and powerboats washed up and piled up on the shore off to the right like discarded toys that some petulant child has grown tired of. I couldn’t show you that yet as too many homes are flooded, people displaced, lives upended (and ended for 38 people who’s families are in my prayers.) Pictures of piled up boats are for another day. Or maybe never.
No…all I can do is stare at the empty bench and feel thankful that the worst facing me is no power for a while. But many many more are dealing with far worse. And staring off from wherever they are and hoping for a speedy recovery and for as much help as is required.
All proceeds from this image will go to the American Red Cross