Middle Tennessee Flood | Day 13

The days seem to be passing so quickly lately.  The days are like the flood, in that as quickly as it came it also left.  I wake up feeling like I haven’t slept a wink and more tired than usual.  I’m having problems with insomnia and my dreams are filled with what I have witnessed and photographed.  I keep wishing that there was a little switch by my ear that I could flip every night so that my mind would go completely blank.  No such luck with that one, so I divert to plan B…caffeine.  I stumble out of bed and get my coffee IV rolling as quickly as possible.  Amidst my cloudy, fatigued thoughts, there’s a part of me that wonders if any good will come out of documenting this whole mess or not.  Nevertheless, I can’t seem to stop shooting just yet…it just doesn’t seem like I’m finished yet.  So the story continues in the Donnelson (a suburb of Nashville) with Tide Loads Of Hope.

To be continued…