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Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« on: December 12, 2018, 09:29:32 am »

As winter sets in, what little greenery left on the few trees left standing, wilts away adding to the already dismal feel of constant despair. Bay County, FL lost 75% of all it's trees.
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #1 on: December 12, 2018, 09:52:53 am »

That's a sad story, Chris, but it's a fine photograph.
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #2 on: December 12, 2018, 02:06:55 pm »

That's a sad story, Chris, but it's a fine photograph.
I agree.
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #3 on: December 12, 2018, 02:17:07 pm »

That's a sad story, Chris, but it's a fine photograph.

It is. And it's good to see you posting again, Chris.

Jeremy
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #4 on: December 12, 2018, 04:30:18 pm »

It's so hard to get in the mood to shoot but when I awoke to this nice fog, I went right for the camera. Nice to do some editing again.

I just finished remodeling this house in April....I'm almost inconsolable.
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #5 on: December 12, 2018, 07:45:54 pm »

It's a tragic sight, Chris, but as your saying goes: if it's broke, fix it.
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #6 on: December 12, 2018, 08:33:36 pm »

Working on it now but with a new standing seam metal roof and hurricane shutters
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #7 on: December 12, 2018, 08:36:56 pm »

Working on it now but with a new standing seam metal roof and hurricane shutters

Brutal. Sorry for your loss here.

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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #8 on: December 12, 2018, 11:12:34 pm »

Very sorry for your loss, and good luck with the restoration.

Eric
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Re: Hurricane Michael, Day 63: Beauty in the Beast
« Reply #9 on: December 13, 2018, 05:34:16 am »

Chris.
Very sorry to see all the destruction.
Here's a poem by Wendell Berry I've often taken solace in.
Hope it helps a little.
Richard


The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
 and I wake in the night at the least sound
 in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
 I go and lie down where the wood drake
 rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
 I come into the peace of wild things
 who do not tax their lives with forethought
 of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
 And I feel above me the day-blind stars
 waiting with their light. For a time
 I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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