It’s raining again.
The weather guys said that Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas are getting another five inches of rain. That means the people who were flooded last week will get flooded again since the ground already has too much water in it. In many ways, it’s just a setback. I didn’t go upriver last weekend. But, from the pictures that I saw, the survivors have tossed their lives into the street and have started gutting and remediating their homes.
They have a few things going for them that we didn’t have after Katrina blew New Orleans apart. As somebody wrote in one of the local papers, “It seemed like half of New Orleans was in Baton Rouge this weekend.” People came from everywhere to help. People who wanted to help us after the storm, couldn’t. We were underwater. And, that’s the second thing they have going for them. Once the rain stopped and the flood waters receded, they could get to work on their property. My house marinated in hot water for six weeks. Sheesh. I went to Beijing, China, on assignment. I came back and still had to live in a motel.
And, so it goes.
The picture. I made this picture from something much simpler. The actual photograph is silhouetted telephone poles and farmland at sunset. I added what looks like rain. It came out of my brain, but it could have been real. Sometimes, around here, the rain falls in sheets. One side of the road is dry and clear. The other side is soaked with a downpour. I suppose if you like metaphors, you could say I was moving from stormy days to sunny days. Or, something like that.
A little housekeeping. I’m probably going to get a little weird this week. Today is exactly one week from the 11th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall. Last week’s floods have brought up all sorts of memories. More than last year, when the 10 year anniversary was a really big deal.
Sorry about that.
I’ve made a very conscious decision not to photograph the floods of 2016. I also said last year that I was done mourning Hurricane Katrina. That I was not going to photograph the memorial second line parade. After thinking about it, I have no choice. I’ll be in the 9th Ward in a week. At the levee. Our memorial can speak for the people upriver.