jacsfishburne:“Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel
jacsfishburne: “Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel ensnared in this, as if no matter what I do, what will come has already been fixed.” ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated It’s late, I’m tired, and I’ve been putting off doing this. Having to tell the story of the flood so many times, you just get tired of it, then it becomes routine. I wanted to make a video to talk about it but honestly writing it out may be quicker. There are still days I go back and forth on blaming myself but the situation is what it is. The above photo was taken at 6:45 am Monday, March 8th in Jackson, CA. I turned onto a road heading towards Rancho Cordova for my first shoot and continue up to this thin sheet of water. I inch out to see and the water is at an inch, if that. Proceed about five miles per hour in case I need to back up, make it ¾ of the way down the road when WOMP. My car drops and rocks. Water all around. I panic completely because where the flying fuck did all this water just come from and try to open my door to see if there was a sink hole or another reason. Nope. Water comes rushing in the car. My window is down from smoking earlier and I turn around in my seat to grab my rain boots right behind me. Slap them on, grab my phone, crawl out my window and the water went from one inch to my knees. I keep trying to call 911 and instead keep hitting my Ma’s number and she picks up the phone to see how I was. Well, I was panicked in a flood accidentally calling my mom instead of 911 and kind of left her in a lurch so I could call them. Apparently there was tons of roads being flooded out in the county I was in that day and the first question was “Are you stuck on your roof? Do we need to send a helicopter?” I’m still on the phone with 911 when I see another car start to come down the road. I rush backwards waving my arms like an asshole and watch as with 300 meters of the dry land, where ten minutes prior I passed cautiously through an inch of water, and sink. Water up to the wheels already. I spent 45 minutes near my car, watching the water rising from my knees to my hips, chain smoking and crying, before getting really calm and knowing I had to get to dry land. Ahead of me, the water went deeper. Behind me was a solid ½ mile hike through what was currently hip and rising water (I’m 5′10 btw) but it receded to dry land. I make an attempt to grab my bag with my computer and camera in it and can’t get it through the window. It was already damp so I popped it up as high as I could go and stared. I start to walk, water soaking my boots, literally only my phone and cigs on me. People are texting, the cop hasn’t showed up, and my poor mom is having a melt down for me. Then she asks if I have my ID on me. Nope. Walked back through ½ mile of water and when I reached my car, the water was at my waist. I grabbed my purse and the envelope of money from working my way out earlier and start to hike back. Only this time I am cold, wet, and exhausted. I make it just past where the other car is and turn to look at the water. My body hurt so badly and was so cold that the thought “It would be so comfortable to float right now and relieve my muscles” actually came into my head. I knew I was in a bad state at this point and forced myself to go on. I make it back and right before dry land I stumble. I shove my purse and phone in the air and go down. Finally made it back to dry land and made friends with the other driver. No signs warning people, nada. I could tell from a maps app that there was a creek nearby that must have overflowed on top of everything else. Almost my entire life was in that car moving across country with me. I lucked out that due to my whole living situation prior to the Camino and after, I have some books, childhood things, and old hard copies of artwork from college spread between my two sisters and a brother. Everything I had deemed important. Gone. Computers (2), hard drives (5), cameras, over 40 rolls of film, clothing, shoes. All ruined in a heartbeat. I kept thinking of things that were gone and just crying. @timothypatrick came and picked me up while this was happening and brought me warm clothes, food, drinks, and took me back to warm up. It had taken the cop two hours to respond to the call (and he was a dick. Like, small town cop dick). It took my tow truck and the other car’s 2 hours to pull his car out of the water. At that point apparently the water reached my roof and they would see the very top and roof rack. The car was under water for 12 hours before a big rig truck could pull it out. It’s been a gnarly eight days and I am ready for the sun and to pick up the pieces. I wanted to thank everyone again who has donated or purchased something from my wish list. If you would like to help reblogs are awesome for getting out the word, a couple people ( @nikkishoots @barrytsimpson @kayceephoto @selinamayer and a few others) have prints for sale, you can donate if you are able to either PayPal or Google Wallet (jacsfishburne@gmail.com), Venmo (Jacs-Fishburne), grab something to help me replace the obnoxious small stuff (Flood Recovery List), sign up for Patreon (cards are charged beginning of the month and I am still keeping my 365 going despite everything else), or mail things to: Jacs Fishburne PO Box 1128 Olalla, WA 98359 Thank you to everyone who has helped me out so far, it’s truly been mind boggling so many people reached out to check on me and I honestly cried more from your love than I did over my stuff. Stuff can be replaced, and you all showed me I can’t. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. “Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don’t worry…I’m here. The floodwaters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.” -Charlie Brown to Snoopy -- source link
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