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dreamflowerI decided to try again to post pics on my own (since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coneygoil understandably can't oblige me right now.) So I set up a Photobucket account. But my pics are all "too large" and I can't upload them, and I can't figure out how to "resize" them. *grits teeth in frustration*
I really wanted to share some pics of some of the hurricane damage, and especially the ones I took yesterday...
We went to Pass Christian yesterday for a work party at Lady E's place. (I say "place" because that's pretty much all it is right now.) It was my first time south of the RR tracks since the storm.
All along the length of the RR tracks are rolls of coiled razor wire. At every intersection are military checkpoints. You have to have a pass and ID in order to go across. We met some of the other folks at a particular place just north of the tracks to obtain our passes, and then drove across.
I was sort of prepared, I thought, for what I would see, but I was wrong. It was horrid. Saying it looked like a bomb hit does not begin to describe the destruction I saw. Houses flattened; houses with broken roofs; houses that looked fine from the outside--but you could tell by the pile of soggy furnishings, dry wall and insulation in the front yards were totally gutted on the inside; houses that were only so much rubble and you only knew they were houses because you knew what used to stand in that spot. Trees uprooted; trees broken; trees laying on top of houses; trees that were stripped bare on their south side, but still had branches and leaves on the opposite side; trees that had stood through the storm, but now were dead or dying from the salt water they'd been drenched in.
The most chilling thing was seeing the buildings that stood in any way all had these huge orange Xes spray painted on them, meaning that they had been searched for possible bodies and none were found. I thank the Lord I didn't see any *black* Xes. I think I would have lost my breakfast.
We had to take a really roundabout way to get to her place--there were places where the streets were completely broken and caved in.
This is all a month and a half after the cleanup has begun. I can't even begin to wrap my head around what it must have looked like immediately after the storm.
Her place is *gone*. I mean really, really gone! Debris piled up in some spots four feet thick. Some of the area towards the front of her slab had already been cleared, enough to set up some sunshades and the barbecue grill. It was my first time since the storm to see many of my friends, and there were a good many there. We raked, swept, shoveled and carried broken bricks for about four hours.
She was hoping to find somethings to salvage, but I don't think there was more than fragments of anything to be found.
And yet we had a good time; everyone was laughing and joking. (The current butt of most people's jokes right now is the ever-elusive creature known as an insurance adjustor. It made me feel better to know that we aren't the only ones whose adjustor has made him/her self scarce.)
And today I am *so*sore*!
And of course, we are too tired today to do anything with our own property.
coneygoil understandably can't oblige me right now.) So I set up a Photobucket account. But my pics are all "too large" and I can't upload them, and I can't figure out how to "resize" them. *grits teeth in frustration*I really wanted to share some pics of some of the hurricane damage, and especially the ones I took yesterday...
We went to Pass Christian yesterday for a work party at Lady E's place. (I say "place" because that's pretty much all it is right now.) It was my first time south of the RR tracks since the storm.
All along the length of the RR tracks are rolls of coiled razor wire. At every intersection are military checkpoints. You have to have a pass and ID in order to go across. We met some of the other folks at a particular place just north of the tracks to obtain our passes, and then drove across.
I was sort of prepared, I thought, for what I would see, but I was wrong. It was horrid. Saying it looked like a bomb hit does not begin to describe the destruction I saw. Houses flattened; houses with broken roofs; houses that looked fine from the outside--but you could tell by the pile of soggy furnishings, dry wall and insulation in the front yards were totally gutted on the inside; houses that were only so much rubble and you only knew they were houses because you knew what used to stand in that spot. Trees uprooted; trees broken; trees laying on top of houses; trees that were stripped bare on their south side, but still had branches and leaves on the opposite side; trees that had stood through the storm, but now were dead or dying from the salt water they'd been drenched in.
The most chilling thing was seeing the buildings that stood in any way all had these huge orange Xes spray painted on them, meaning that they had been searched for possible bodies and none were found. I thank the Lord I didn't see any *black* Xes. I think I would have lost my breakfast.
We had to take a really roundabout way to get to her place--there were places where the streets were completely broken and caved in.
This is all a month and a half after the cleanup has begun. I can't even begin to wrap my head around what it must have looked like immediately after the storm.
Her place is *gone*. I mean really, really gone! Debris piled up in some spots four feet thick. Some of the area towards the front of her slab had already been cleared, enough to set up some sunshades and the barbecue grill. It was my first time since the storm to see many of my friends, and there were a good many there. We raked, swept, shoveled and carried broken bricks for about four hours.
She was hoping to find somethings to salvage, but I don't think there was more than fragments of anything to be found.
And yet we had a good time; everyone was laughing and joking. (The current butt of most people's jokes right now is the ever-elusive creature known as an insurance adjustor. It made me feel better to know that we aren't the only ones whose adjustor has made him/her self scarce.)
And today I am *so*sore*!
And of course, we are too tired today to do anything with our own property.
