|Belmar Library, 10th Avenue and E Street, with a |
sculpture honoring the E Street Band, which was founded on the
opposite corner, where some band members lived.
This is the library yesterday:
|Belmar Library, November 3. |
The basement activity room was reportedly flooded but the 100-year-old library stands.
I had my author photo taken at one of my favorite beech trees that I often photograph because of its extensive arborglyphs. Here's one I took of my daughter at the spot about a month ago:
|European beech tree by the park on 8th and C Streets.|
And here's the tree yesterday:
|Silver Lake at 8th Street, which overflowed its banks.|
After Hurricane Sandy, we were very fortunate that the damage to our home and that of our Belmar relatives was minor, but many of our friends and neighbors experienced serious flooding that continues. The lake in the playground photo now stretches through blocks of family homes. The newly completed boardwalk -- one of the primary economic drivers for a beach town -- washed away. The power is expected to stay off until the flooded lake can be drained. The leadership of the town, including Mayor Matt Doherty, is doing an outstanding job of helping neighbors help each other, but it will be a long road.
Others suffered much worse losses, of homes and loved ones. I know people who still aren't sure what they'll find when they go home. Some towns themselves are nearly obliterated, including Sea Bright, where one of my husband's high school friends is mayor.
In the midst of it all, the NY-based publishing industry was hobbled and will likely take a while to get back to normal after continuing power and transportation disruptions.
And then November First came, and many writers began National Novel Writing Month. I have never done NaNo, so it seemed to discordant to see all the NaNo tweets and posts while I was scouring Twitter and Facebook for news of family and friends.
But it makes sense. Many writers started writing on backup generator power or by longhand. Others wrote as a sense of solace, community, and escape during a disorienting time.
I wrote much of my first novel (unpublished) years ago as a respite during a time of mourning. Writing saved me. It was not and is not frivolous.
So keep writing. The stories you write could save you and those who read them someday. And keep helping -- there are many out there who need it.
Donate to American Red Cross here.
|Belmar Beach, November 3, 2012. All photos by Jeff Lyons.|