|Our beach road.|
With 100 mph winds, The Crooked Little House shook off lots of shingles but otherwise held tight while many of my friends were flooded and stranded.
Once the wind and rain abated, I did manage to get out and do a couple of quick paintings about half an hour ago, 5:30 pm, looking west. It's always so beautiful after a storm. The sun is crystal-bright right now and a soft wind is rustling through the trees.
The bridges are still closed so for a short time there will be very few tourists and the island once again belongs to us. I wonder if this was the plan all along; the island just needing a break from the madness.