I went back to water aerobics this morning, after a two-week hiatus for various reasons (Labor Day holiday, Mother's colonoscopy, and my own infection). The water felt great, and it was good to talk with the ladies. The topic of conversation this morning, of course, was Hurricane Ike, and the damage he'd done around our town. One lady said that a huge and ancient tree had uprooted at our historic cemetery, so after lunch Hubbie and I went to see that and other damage in the downtown area.
The photos above are a few of the ones I shot. The top photo shows a large tree uprooted on the front lawn of one of the historic homes. The owners of this home are lucky, because several houses in the district took direct hits from large trees.
The second photo shows a man working to cut up a tree that landed on the roof of a home. The man used a chain saw to cut the tree into logs, which were attached to heavy ropes. As a log was cut away, another man, holding onto the other end of the rope, safely lowered it to the roof top. It seems to me it would take a lot of courage to do this kind of work and I told the men so. The one using the chain saw said he got into the business because both his father and uncle had done it before him. The other young man said, "You have to either be brave or stupid to do this."
In the third photo, an enormous tree fell across both a house and this car, driving a large hatchet-like branch through the car's windshield. By the time I took this photo, much of the tree had already been cut up.
In the fourth photo, a very old tree uprooted near two 1800s head stones in our historic cemetery.
The fifth photo shows that even in the face of disaster, there can be humor. The same tree that uprooted near the head stones toppled, as if in an act of defiance, across the fire chief's parking space, totally crushing the left rear end of one of the department's pickup trucks, while leaving the "Parking for Fire Chief Only" sign intact.
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