This was the weather system that blew past our neighborhood last night. Ominous as it might look, it was all bluster and no rain. The air cooled down to about 80 degrees, and it turned breezy -- but not even a sprinkle.
This was the committee that flew in to greet us at the Bolivar-Galveston ferry a couple weeks ago. This flock of ferry followers were waiting for us to get off so the boat so it could resume churning the waters for their favorite foods.
How willing would you be to assume that the cloud shape overhead was just an accidental formation as the clouds swirled around?
I walked outside and saw this one day back in November. I then ran into the house, grabbed my camera and started shooting. I'm still perplexed by what it was all about. Despite what you see, it didn't seem to be spinning rapidly. At least it wasn't spinning any more rapidly that anything else in the sky which look more like a ocean full of splashing clouds that a sky.
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Stairs lead to the second floor of a home and then to a deck on the third floor.
The home itself was last seen shortly before Hurricane Ike slammed ashore on the Bolivar Peninsula in Texas.
In the foreground, not even the pilings remain of a home that was washed away. On the other hand, the slab is still there for the parking area under the house. Many homes even had the slabs washed away on the finger of land facing the Gulf just southeast of Houston.
In the background, two homes remain standing, though most homes on the island that withstood the fury of the massive 400-mile-wide beast still have to be gutted to return them to a livable condition.
While driving on the Bolivar Peninsula a few days ago, we came across this collection of found items.
There was a man wandering around, and I assumed it was his work. All around stood sticks where houses and been -- gutless houses with nothing below them -- and every kind of destruction you can imagine.
It has been more than 90 days since Hurricane Ike unleased its destructive force on the defenseless finger of land. Still little has been done to restore the island to life. Building codes, financing, real estate laws, insurance, FEMA assistance, flood elevations, work to restore utilities, roads, dunes -- it is all in a snarled mess.
So, this man does what he can. He places things he finds in this pile, hoping that someone will recognize something that was theirs. Maybe it will restore a little, though very little, order to their life.
Behind his foundlings laid out on the driveway is a gaping hole where homeowners used to park their cars on a slab beneath the house. The slab is cracked into pieces, some in the hole, some missing.
Meanwhile, on a internet forum board for the peninsula, volunteers saying they are working to get donated ladders so that people can enter their houses and see what is left.