I finally finished editing all of the photos from my friends sessions in Texas, woohoo! Now I am moving on to the rest of my vacation pics. I’m not going to edit all of them, I’m just going to pick some out that are “special” and make them even better.
I came across this photo and thought it really told a story. Portia and I decided to take a walk along the beach on the 4th of July. It was kinda late and everyone else was too tired/comfy/(or drunk? lol) to walk with us. We laid on the beach watching people shoot off fireworks. We could see them going off for miles. She had fun running into the water and shining her flashlight on the crabs that scurried around her feet. It was warm and breezy. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
That big house in the photo was destroyed by the hurricane two years ago. It was dark, creepy, big and abandoned. There were many houses like that on the beach and I couldn’t help but wonder about the families that used to live there. The city had warned of “imminent death” for residents that stayed on Galveston during Hurricane Ike. The storm was so strong that it washed away whole segments of the city. It was pretty devastating.
It’s scary and humbling to think how powerful nature can be.