“What happened at the traffic circle is we actually saw two lanes of the roadway fall into the sand, into the ocean. We’re talking about cement slabs that really collapsed,” said George Gorman of the New York State Parks Department. “In addition at Field Number 5, there is no beachfront. The beachfront was taken out to sea.”
I really am starting to feel ocean withdrawal. I miss the salty minerals, the sound of surf, overall tranquil moods that only the ocean can offer. I wish I can get down to Robert Moses, but judging from the news quote above, it is going to be a long time before I can find myself there again. Damn you Sandy, damn you to hell.
I love the summer months at Robert Moses, but I live for the colder beach experience when there are only a few lonely souls out and about. Bundled up, thermos of strong tea and camera in hand (or on tripod) I have always shared a kindred relationship with my fellow winter-beach combers.
What brings a solitary soul down to the ocean in the middle of winter? The Ray Bradbury lover in me tends to think of them as the ghoulish cast of “The Crowd”, which deals with the a supernatural crowd of people who appear at different car accidents. The romantic in me believes these same people are on a pilgrimage, searching for serenity and purpose in a life of uncertainty and unanswered questions.
Whatever reasons that we may share, one thing is for sure, Sandy freaking ripped it away from us. I am glad that I have two rolls of film being developed of my last time there, the Friday before the storm hit.
Here are a few photos from the fall, hope you all enjoy!