I thought I’d do one more post with pictures of the water in black and white before I let it all go and move on. Black and white photos have a timelessness about them, an aura that transcends the generations.
My family tells me that the dam washed out in 1944 too. These black and whites remind me of earlier times. Somehow, in my mind, they link me to generations past who have weathered the storms of life working side by side together in an effort to save their homes and, in many cases, their very lives just like we have done this week.
Acts of nature like this one draw us closer and unite us with the same bond that has linked the generations before us, a bond that defies time and and space and identifies us with all of humanity.
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