Under Water

It’s November. I haven’t written in ages. I apologize if some of you might have gotten re-sent some old posts because I went in and edited them. I haven’t been writing because I’m not sure what I feel comfortable talking about this publicly. And most of all, because I’ve been really busy with school and work and life and dating and…. life. I am in a state of overwhelm much of the time, not just because of being busy but also lack of sleep and poor time management. Things are good, though. The fall here hasn’t been particularly spectacular, because it didn’t get cold enough early enough. So the colors have been muted, but still beautiful.

Here are two photograph froms the Ashokan Reservoir which is about a 30 minute drive from here. I took them when my dad and I went hiking a few weeks ago. I find it so haunting that under all this water lies the remains of several towns that were flooded to to provide New York City with their drinking water. If you live in New York City and want to know where your water comes from and how it came to be, definitely check out that link. According to one source, “nine villages were either removed or obliterated forever. These included West Hurley, Ashton, Glenford, Brown’s Station, Olive Bridge, Brodhead, Shokan, West Shokan and Boiceville.” I also found a page that’s a memorial to the towns that were sacrificed for New York City. Just one of many little-known ways that people in rural areas have always paid the price for city living.