I did a number of posts on Galveston when Hurricane Ike struck, drawing some heartfelt comments from others who loved the place as much as I do. At Thanksgiving I departed my mother-in-law’s home near Houston and drove to the Island to see the damage for myself.
I haven’t quite summarized my feelings, which have something to do with the relationship of our memories to the physical objects and places in which they were first laid down, and the vain (in both senses) desire that these things remain as they “always” were in order to preserve those memories. More later if I can make more sense of it.
I’ll be using some of the photos I took in the blog header space over the next couple of weeks. I’ll also add a few here. Click once to enlarge and twice to make them massive.