I’m too exhausted to sit here filling in the captions and blanks with words.
It’s been a long weekend and it really isn’t over yet.
It all started Friday night around 9 PM when the sky gods decided they no longer liked Yorkville.
Then proceeded to try to destroy it.
They didn’t succeed.
The pictures are in chronological order starting right after the storm. The shot of the car with the tree on it is our neighbor. We used to rent that house. She found out why we never parked in that spot.
Never did trust that tree.
The rest of the shots are from all around the house I’m renting now.
It was a mess.
You could imagine when it all started, the power out, us running around in the dark trying to close windows and all this started coming down around us just a few feet away.
The sound was incredible.
Odd part was, we never panicked. I’m sure we did all the wrong things from a safety standpoint and I got yelled at quite a bit when I went outside in the middle of it all just to watch all hell break loose.
I love those moments.
Some pictures, okay, 35 of them, then off to bed. I need sleep desperately.
Oh yeah, the tree in the wires is still sitting there almost 72 hours later.
It’s become the neighborhood sculpture.