... beautiful here in middle Georgia. I know the reports from recent days made it look like we were in the direct path for devastating winds and rains, with possible flooding. Surprisingly, it was a non-event. Some small limbs down, but actually no serious, visible damage. I expect there were some larger limbs or possibly trees that had been contemplating doing some destruction as they descended, though I have not actually seen any of that in local travels here.
Glancing at the screen on the television long enough to catch a glimpse of the Before-and-After shot taken from the air, of the view of housing along Mexico Beach makes me thankful to not own any real estate in Florida. I'm sad there were deaths attributed directly to the storm. Distressed so many homes were damaged or possibly destroyed by the hurricane, and so many people's lives have been permanently altered. Harsh weather is becoming a fact of life, with people who choose to live close to the ocean especially subject to dangers of weather related calamity.
Talking with a friend at lunch, we concluded this disaster to have some pretty obvious Biblical components. We have been warned about building houses on sand, without a firm foundation. Probably not often taken in such a literal sense, but as more and more people have the resources to build their dream homes on such shaky ground, they need to expect consequences of the risk taken. A snippet from recent radio commentary stated that damages will continue to grow exponentially as more and more construction occurs in areas that are not safe for housing: beach front property, barrier islands, marsh land. It might take ten years, or it might last one hundred, but eventually that land will be reclaimed by nature, to return to it's original state.
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