I meant to get out this past weekend and get a bunch of shots of our recovered Coast. Saturday August 29, 2015 will be the 10th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, which is a dividing point in my life. My life is pre-Katrina and post-Katrina. I lived in Hattiesburg during Katrina, and now I live on the Coast. Both places experienced damage during the storm, but the Coast was devastated.
You think that 10 years after the tragedy, we would be recovered, we would be past it. But we are not. We are only now beginning to look less than shell-shocked, only now really starting to rebuild along the immediate coastline. With Erika out there – & she has no real chance of hitting the Coast, I might add – we are nervous. Every time a slight storm threatens, we are nervous. The trauma of the storm is imprinted on our souls in ways that most people cannot understand unless they have been through something like Katrina.
I’m not sure that a lot of people know exactly what happened on our Coast, but the only way I know how to describe it is to say that it was like a bomb went off. From the shore to railroad tracks, there was nothing left. Wiped clean. It was surreal. I have some photos – very small and not very good, but they are available. The above link that shows before and after is enlightening, if a bit impersonal.
This week, as the weather changed and the third week of school funk caught up with me, I found that I couldn’t get out and document the recovery. I will tomorrow because I always write a reflection about the gifts of Katrina – and for me, there were many gifts – but I felt overwhelmed and tender enough this week.
What I have for you today are some photos I took a few weeks ago when we visited the Biloxi Lighthouse Park. I took them then with this anniversary in mind because they are tangible reminders of what has been lost and yet to be recovered or replaced. There are places all over the Coast where there are steps that lead to nowhere. We have friends who live in Bay St. Louis who have rebuilt their home…and left the former steps out front to remind them of what had been lost.
These guys remain vigilant, aging and deteriorating, but waiting. They are ready for someone to come home again like so many places on the Coast.
Not everything about Katrina was bad, and Saturday I’ll have that part of the story for you. In the meantime, though, I’m excited to see what you have for us for Photo Friday!
Welcome to the Photo Friday link-up! I’m so excited to see all of your amazing captures for this past week! Last week we had the most participants ever, and that is incredible to me. Last week’s most viewed link came from Betty at Photographing New Zealand, who shared some birds with us.
Our last-added link came from Working on Working Mom. If you didn’t get a chance to take a look at her post, make sure you pop over and take a look now. There were a ton of awesome links last week, and I’d hate for you to have missed any of them!
Thank you for joining us, and thank you for spreading the word about our growing link-up. Let’s get to this week’s sharing, shall we?