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The lights and the tree in the backyard sag under the weight of the ice in the aftermath of the freezing rain storm
Aftermath of the Festa das Latas 2007 in Coimbra, a drunken week of music, parties and ripping off your academic gowns, oh that I were young again!
[PT] As consequéncias da Latada 2007 (sabado à noite) ao Colégio de S. Jeronimo.
All the necessary fuel -- Red Bull, Gatorade, vodka, and beer in a paper bag. At Track-O-Rama, a block party at the Bicycle Film Festival, Saturday May 13. See the set.
Fire engulfed an old derelict motel last night during a snow storm. It burned very quickly and couldn't be saved. The following morning it was already being torn down. Behind it you can see an old heritage home that is also abandonded and derelict. Once it was a beautiful brick structure with a unique patio bult from smooth river rock. It was the first brick building built in Port Alberni.
Hopefully Phillip will post his set of picture where I am flapping Mollie's arms all over the place. This is the aftermath of my silliness. Thanks Rich for taking the picture :)
Aftermath Inc
2660 Gravel Dr
Fort Worth, TX 76118
Phone: (817) 260-0541
Contact Person: Terry Smith
Contact Email: Info@Aftermathinc.com
Website: www.aftermathinc.com/crime+scene+cleanup+bio+blood-fort+w...
You Tube URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nl7meSSPF_0
The effects of the fire in the Royal Clarence Hotel are sadly apparent, taken on the morning of 29 October 2016.
Thought long and hard about sharing this photo set, as most people will know Shoreham 2015 ended in a tragic accident costing 11 people their lives.
No photos of the Hunter jet that crashed or the aftermath are included in this set.
David Stolz works to clear the tree that fell in his front yard on Walnut Street as his wife, Kindra, sweeps the front steps.
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
--
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Yesterday I went to Strathewen to meet with Wes and Paul for Aftermath, a new project about recovery from natural disasters. Wes spoke of building a home after the one they were living in was destroyed, Paul brought me up to speed with the Tree Project and I saw many of Marion's glowing letterboxes