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.