blown away, part three...

(or, more of the same)

i've been compulsively, obsessively driving to the beach to survey the scene. i can't stay away. it's like making some sort of pilgrimage. and it's not just me, either. the place is like a funeral procession -- cars driving by slowly, folks staring at the damage, hands covering their mouths. many of them have cameras, some have video cameras. and here's what we see, what we can't tear our eyes from: