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With no electricity, phone or cell phone signal, I decided to leave my cold, dark house and explore the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy in my neighborhood.
To show that I still have a life. Didn't have any digital for you all today so I decided to scan some of my pictures from a Fujifilm Instax a got a while back. I blame the scanner for the shitty quality of these. Maybe I'll scan them somewhere else. Wait on that. Also, I've been listening to a ton of The Weeknd he's amazing. And so is his photographer. Aftermath of a wild New Years Eve party. In a basement. Lol.
Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
I was in Lahore when the bombs were going off in 2008 and managed to get a few photos of the aftermath.
Can you find the exhausted greyhound in this picture? It should be pretty obvious why she's exhausted.
(That ball in the foreground has its stuffing ripped out on a regular basis. We just keep restuffing it. Every time we give it back to her, her eyes light up like it's Christmas.)
Aftermath of the "Great Storm" of March 22nd 2010 in Nedlands, Western Australia.
Running repairs on s a damaged car.
On the banks of the Maranoa above Mitchell. Mitchell was badly flooded in February this year by a flood much larger than any in recorded history (which isn't very long of course). At this point the water would have been 10m+ deep. Debris is everywhere and the sand deposited by the flood is behind, some metres deep in places.
The aftermath of Hurricane Harvey's havoc in Houston, Texas has brought many people together and has shown that compassion and optimism are the beginning stages of recovery.
The George R. Brown Convention Center has shown dedication and organization with an outstanding amount of support from volunteers. In fact, volunteers were being turned away due to the overflow of contributions and the same was said about donations.
Evacuees were able to get medication from various pharmacy stations, emergency medical attention, a cot, blankets, food and toys for children. Barbers and hairstylists offered haircuts for all ages and cosplay actors came to entertain children. Ultimately, the optimism and smiling faces overshadowed the instances of sadness and helped the downtrodden lift their spirits.
However, I noticed that the experience on the inside was much friendlier than what was outside. Numerous homeless individuals were in serious condition due to the ingestion of synthetic marijuana and other drugs. People were conning each other and the behavior was a stark contrast from indoors.
Nevertheless, police officers did a good job in keeping things under control and tending to those that needed the necessary medical attention. A man asked me why I would take photos or video of those reacting to the synthetic marijuana claiming it to be "fu**ed" up." I replied, "that's exactly why it needs to be shown. People should be exposed to these consequences and my hope is that it would discourage someone from using it. Furthermore, I'm also showing that these police and first responders are attending to them in a humane manner." Ultimately, it's upon the individual to be responsible with what they put in your body.
-August 30, 2017
Its the day after the big celebration, and it seems there's some cleaning to do. Lord Etheras perches upon the piano, enjoying some of the remaining champagne and gets hard to work - directing the cleaning staff. Its a hard job, but someone needs to do it! Artwork by MoodyFerret. Etheras the Fennec (c) www.etheras.com
I ended up spending the night out here because I wasn't feeling too hot myself and Ian was practically puking in the bed. Between those two things it got a little too much.
Luckily it was pretty clean out there although it smelled a little like stale beer. That probably didn't help my hangover out too much, either.
This giant tree limb came down on the neighborhood power lines and caused a seven-hour outage. We have said for years that this tree was an accident waiting to happen, and it finally did.
Color key
the purple: marker for surgeon
the yellow: iodine and bruise
the black: tattoo
the red: the bore holes
the pink: raw skin where the dressing clung
Unfortunately Ferrelyn just didnt know when to have that last cocktail.....actually I accidentally hit her leg when I was shooting some pics...she came crashing down..luckily no damage
I am stating that I no longer love you.
It’s taken me nearly a year to reach this point, though it almost took me entirely.
I am proud to say I am no longer living for you or our memories.
I am not healing myself in hopes that one day we’ll meet again and you’ll love me once more.
I am getting better for ME, and I am more free than I’ve ever been.
I am giving someone my heart, not because I am scared to be alone, but because I want to, and I am ready to be loved by someone other than you.
You were a significant part of my life and that will never change.
But when I contacted you recently you were so incredibly cold to me, I knew then, it was over.
I say “over”, because my hopes were crushed beneath your bitterness.
I am so thankful for your coldness.
I needed that extra push to move on.
So thank you for the last time.
This is the last you’ll see of yourself in my photos or my writing.
Thank you for the beautiful memories and for not so beautiful ones.
You drowned me in love, just like the song said.
And because of that, I’m a stronger and more beautiful girl as I write this.
-September 10, 2010