After I dropped my daughter off at school I drove around town. Things are looking better now. The worst of the sand and rocks have been pushed off the roads by front end loaders. Trees have been cut into neat sections with chainsaws so that they look almost purposeful on the sides of the street and across people’s lawns. The wires that are still hanging loose from poles are coiled, like an unruly ponytail brushed into a tight curl. The pavement in front of a shed that imploded under the waves’ assault has been swept, even as the shingles on the little building rattle in a light breeze. It’s odd, to see someone’s back deck now resting on an empty lot across the way; it’s strange, to see a staircase lying on its side far from any possible door. But there we are.
And I didn’t have the heart to take pictures of any of it. I didn’t want to photograph the red stickers on the houses that are not safe to enter. I didn’t want to turn my camera on the boarded up windows or the burst pipes or the piles of ruined things in people’s yards.
In lieu of a Scituate Daily Photo, here are some links – photos and stories from the storm from other folks.
Photo galleries on the Scituate Mariner website.
The 2013 Blizzard in Scituate, MA: Notes From the Storm and its Aftermath on Forbes.com
Great collection of photos by Brian Stewart
Coverage by the Scituation, Scituate High School’s newspaper
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