Dispatch from FLA

Old pal Mario Tama writes up his experience photographing the aftermath of Hurricane Charley.

I drove into the bull's-eye of Charley's wrath at daybreak. The 100-foot steel light poles lined up along US 75, now bent over backwards like pieces of wire, were the first signs I saw of the storm's angry presence. Trees had been uprooted and blown about like tinder. And then came the neighborhoods. Endless rows of houses appeared to have been pushed through a massive paper shredder. Posted by Jim at August 27, 2004 03:42 PM