Another day of recovery for hundreds of victims of Sandy.
I have been on the road about 12 hours a day covering the storm ever since it hit. Time to get tired.
Houses torn apart, sand everywhere, debris everywhere. All my images of the destruction are starting to look the same. I am starting to forget what town I am in.
After realizing this I decided to concentrate of some of the memories that were left from Sandy’s wrath.
Here is one of the first ones I ran across, in Madison, on Neck Rd.
Neck Road, a now desolate place, where vacant houses stand, and sand rules. A beautiful place to be early in the morning.
Here’s what I found.
A old wooden wagon, apparently dragged out of the seagrass several days ago. Left for maybe its owner to claim it. It will be claimed.
The sand has a head start on all things on Neck Road.