Well, today I saw the remains of our apartment, my back-room studio, and the house that contained it all. We are safe and nobody was hurt. But the destruction amazes me. This was our front room. The place we sat and read, talked and ate.
This was my studio.
We are doing OK. The new place (while temporary) is quite comfortable and we have everything we need. Eachother. Family. Friends.
I'm sure this will take a while to get over and I am going to have to figure out how to save some paintings that are still wet and what to do with those that are obviously ruined. They are still incredibly important to me and will return in some strange and wonderful way, I think. Just don't know how. I keep thinking of the way a mystery man helped get my sweetie out of a burning house in the middle of the night and gave him shorts and shoes so he didn't have to watch the fire in his underwear.
I'm off to sleep and will keep you posted on this adjustment as well as more notes from my Atlanta adventure.
Take very good care and help a stranger,
Rachael
A happier image is below, a strangely beautiful mystery plant I found on my Atlanta visit. Anyone know what it is?
