The fence was disassembled; the underlying frame was rebuilt; and the boards were remixed and re-attached. (See the original Pressure Washer drawings.)
Five months after the flood, this rooster strutted confidently across my neighbor's driveway.
Another image from before the flood.
I found it years ago, a scrawny sapling, not even as big as a walking stick. It had been hidden behind a giant hackberry tree, which fell one day, opening the space up to whippersnapper trees. It grew to a respectable 15 feet.
The plum tree reached for the sky
but the water came from below.
After the flood and debris removal,
I hoped the plum tree might have survived. But sadly, no. A few branches were used to barbecue some tasty shrimp, then the bones of the plum tree were dug up, cut up, and hauled to the curb to join the giant pile of debris there. But memories of one harvest remain.
Model Gael spent one afternoon hunting the plums.
The fruit was juicy
and the prey was devoured.
Distant clusters of fruit were pursued to the ends of the branches.