We had to evacuate our building in Williamsburg due to flooding. We live in Zone A. The irony here is that we’re now in South Jersey, right by the shore, which is supposed to get nailed in a few hours.
I love storms. My mom feels the same way. So at 11:15 AM, 45 minutes before a mandatory curfew, we got in the car and drove to the bay.
Our first attempt at getting to water was interrupted by flooding and the police. We were turned away.
With 25 minutes left before curfew, we drove to another spot and reached the bay.
The docks are usually 5 feet above the water. It was awesome. The wind and rain was so intense. And the waves were reminiscent of what I’ve seen only in dreams.
There was another woman there as well. We both giggled like fools. We’re the people who get swept away by the sea and when it makes the news, you’re left asking, “What kind of idiot does that after being warned incessantly to stay away?”
Me. This idiot. I can’t help myself.
Of course I had to take a self portrait. I was totally into it. But I love water. I am haunted by water.
OK, so a tree just fell in the backyard and I got word that our building is flooding back home. My friend, Jon sent me this shot. This is our home in Brooklyn.
The hurricane hasn’t even hit us yet. Crazy.
(We took ALL of our pets with us. They are safe. I wouldn’t have it any other way.)
More pictures to come! A video too.