That's Bolivar Peninsula, the companion to Galveston.
Words fail me.
From USGS. More photos there.
Hat tip to Sheril, at The Intersection.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
What Ike left behind
Before and after photos:
That's Bolivar Peninsula, the companion to Galveston.
Words fail me.
From USGS. More photos there.
Hat tip to Sheril, at The Intersection.
.
That's Bolivar Peninsula, the companion to Galveston.
Words fail me.
From USGS. More photos there.
Hat tip to Sheril, at The Intersection.
.
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Thanks for the link - have been wondering how you are.
ReplyDeleteThanks for wondering, Jean. we've been struggling along, here. Things have been a bit difficult this summer, but I think we're seeing the end of this stretch.
ReplyDeleteWe're in good spirits, in spite of the exhaustion. And that's what counts.
So then the question is... what was it about those two yellow-arrowed buildings, and the white-and-tan one near the shore, that allowed them to remain standing and recognizable even when all their neighbours were flattened? And how can we apply that (and improve upon it?) for the rebuilding program?
ReplyDeleteThat's a good question, Seabrooke. Maybe they were a bit stronger, or heavier or newer. But then again, it could just be a matter of chance, and the precise angle of the gusts and waves at those points. Or of the harmonics involved, which would be different with the next hurricane or surge.
ReplyDeleteStill, worth looking into.
But I've seen some weird things ... a tornado in Oklahoma, for example, that tore the roof off a building, upturned desks and file cabinets, yet left the venetian blinds hanging perfectly straight. Or a straw blown right through an apple still hanging on our tree.
Storms are capricious entities.