The morning after the Hurricane of '38 in Stony Creek, Connecticut. The storm hit late afternoon, and raged for hours into the evening of September 21st, a Wednesday to be exact. You can almost smell the humidity steaming up from the wet landscape as the bright morning sun streams down from the east. The people out surveying the damage, walking their dog, just look so real to me—they almost start moving the longer you stare at it, the people on the right moving towards the camera, the guy in the middle walking away. . . Click to see larger.
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