Hurricane Ike exacted a devastating toll on my beloved city of Galveston.
But, true to its can-do, never-die nature, Galveston is turning a massive misfortune into a blessing and a new tradition.
Where once stately oaks and sycamores stood, there is now little more than stumps, a sign of flora ravaged by salt water and left to die amid the ruins.
But wait. These are not just stumps. Some enterprising artists have taken to these beloved trees that once graced both homes and businesses alike, and, with chain saw in hand, been sculpting amazing homages to the spirit of the people of Galveston.
I will let the pictures do the talking.
3 comments:
Thanks! This is cool. I am always amazed when folks find something in almost nothing. What creative thinkers.
Very interesting.
Great blog and fantastic pictures.
I know that when the storm hit and we were stranded out at sea (and then dumped in New Orleans) I didn't believe that Galveston could come alive once, again. I am so glad that I was so wrong.
Remarkable people in Texas, aren't we?
We are indeed remarkable, Ferret. Galveston has been through this before, and came out on the other side even better. It didn't happen overnight, but it did happen.
Sometimes amidst all the bad things in the world, we forget the truly wonderful things of which the human spirit is capable.
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