Afternoon Run

I went running this afternoon through a nearby neighborhood. It was strange - on a golf course, walled in, but not very well, nice houses but many empty lots with the hidden rubble I'm used to seeing - bricks, pavers, concrete slabs where houses once stood. Before Ivan. I guess no place on the Bay was spared? The most interesting sight, to me, was the line of destroyed docks. Pilings marching into the water, places where the seawall has failed and the saltwater is coiling in.

Also, the political signs were about evenly split. And the people who had them had several. Maybe they are trying to convert the neighbors?