“We suddenly realized that the present was making history. It was the start of the “Times of Wind”; science fiction had become reality. Neighbors patiently spent their days waiting on lines for fuel and water. Would we remember these days between the winds? And, if so — what action would we take?”
Popping transformers, breezy point burning, pulverized matter whipping about, these are some of the things I saw after crawling from my hiding spot at the height of the hurricane, from the east-facing deck. Joshlevinephoto.com
