Oh yes, I remember the half blue roof. I shakily went up there the day after we returned and screwed it in using a Craftsman drill and some 1x1s. Wasn’t gonna wait on Fema. No way.
This shot must have been taken on a Sunday. There’s people at both churches. I was probably hungover. I’m certainly home. The shed is gone. It was before the new car. Trees are still looking a little rough. I still have half of one in the back yard.
I was lucky. It could have been much worse. The views of the Ninth are chilling. You can see the flow of the water as it rushed in. It almost looks like a delta.
After seeing the damage from this vantage point, it seems like some sort of miracle that as many people made it to their roofs safely. If the flow was enough to push so many house against each other, what would it have been like to be disabled in a bed and having it rush through your window?