As Sandy roared through NJ and NY causing destruction and devastation in it’s wake, it also roared through Ocean City, NJ, knocking century-old summer cottages off their foundations, swamping the quaint downtown under 2 feet of floodwater, and gave the iconic 59th Street fishing pier its final blow.
In better days on the beach, I witnessed miles of the most perfect shell sand, white as snow, and clean. The waves gently lapping at the pier and the rocks. Dunes, both man made and natural, held firm against the winds by the beach grass. If you were lucky enough to be among the many people who made the pilgrimage to see the pier, (or the remains of it) you would expect to be part of a group of photographers. Pros and amateurs alike, even in the winter, would flock like seagulls, jockeying for position before sunrise to capture that perfect image. For me, the religious undertones were strong.
|59th Street Pier|
|The Eagles Cross|
|All that remains|
My trip here two weeks ago was a reaffirmation that mans' hand in this world will always be subject to the forces of nature.