Part of a fallen tree

This is the (part of a) fallen tree I posted about earlier. Click for a larger view. It fell right between the parked cars and the condo building, and no one was hurt.

The 'real stuff' should be heading our way in a few hours.

Good news from Mom in Fort Myers. They still have telephone service, though no electric. The main part of the storm itself has passed, but they're getting a heck of a lot of rain. The storm surge is now moving on land there. They're watching the drainage ponds in the center of their complex visibly rise. The walkways are already under water.

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