I went out in Bowling Green today and took several photos from the storm damage. This was a warehouse in the transpark, everything you see was once covered by a metal building that was peeled open like an orange. I find images are like music. When an artist writes a song it means something to them, but everyone who listens can relate in their own way. To me to see such destruction and devastation above, but the reflection on the water is so smooth and calm. Much like Mother Nature when the old is dead or the season comes to an end the new will emerge, often more beautiful than the last. I could almost see the reflection of a new standing warehouse, fully functional as all the men and women worked on forklifts to sort and move debris. Mother Nature has ways to make us feel so small and helpless yet so needed.