|Friday, September 5, 2014|
It seemed to clear out as quickly as it came, and we were getting ready to eat dinner when our younger son came in and told us he was going to get the hacksaw so he could help clear the many trees that had fallen on our street.
That's when I grabbed my camera.
As I snapped pictures, I chatted with our neighbours -- many of whom I'd never met before. There was the tangible excitement of having narrowly escaped a "close call."
|Looks like lightning damage.|
|If you look closely, to the lower-left of centre, you will see that there is a car under that gorgeous blue spruce.|
I've been looking at this tree all summer, wondering when it would come down. Then I turned to look at the park.
|Notice how small the woman looks beside that root ball.|
Note: there are no shrubs here.
Many people in the neigbourhood were out checking the damage. Here's a close-up of that split trunk from the picture above.
Pretty sure that's lightning damage, too. (This tree was much shorter than most of the other damaged trees.) The light was fading fast, so I called it a day.
By the next day, some clean-up had begun. There were even people who seemed to be scavenging the wood.
The owner lives in the neighbourhood and, perhaps, was doing a service, but it still seemed like looting.
Up close, some of the damage had its own beauty.
The forest had also seen plenty of damage.
|We walked under this one. I barely had to duck.|
Ouch! That looks painful! (I kept my distance; it doesn't look very stable.)
That path is completely impassable.
But, despite the downed trees, the forest still offered up gifts of beauty.
|I love the little "halos" around the leaves.|
Everywhere we walked, we heard chainsaws and wood chippers. It was so sad to see those giants thrown down like twigs.
I can't help but look at a tree and think, That represents decades! The only consolation I have is that trees do die. Every one of those trees would eventually have died anyway.