Friday, November 12, 2010
From November on, we watch the weather. Actually, we watch the dunes that separate our lake from the Ocean, right here on the last picture. On this date, a few days ago, the waves breached the dunes, tumbling furiously down into the lake.
Over a decade ago, on this very berm that is now being reshaped by the waves, the town's sewer system was destroyed. The lake water became brakish, salty. Fish died and the lake's ability to provide residential water supply was compromised. That event changed the narrative around here.
We now have a new outfall for the lake. We have a new sewer system. We even have a new plan for city growth. Weather wise, we seem to be prepared against another breach of the same magnitude, a breach folks were told happened every century or so.
As I photographed these waves pouring into the lake, I couldn't help panic a bit. With one heavy stroke, Nature could change the face of this town, the face of our lake, our home. With one stroke, we could be homeless.
With one stroke, we could all be washed out to sea.