In a last minute miracle, category 5 hurricane Dean slammed into a sparsely populated area of the Yucatan, as the most intense Atlantic storm to make landfall in the last two decades! I think even Stace down in Belize is ok, or at least I hope so. Stace, are you there? Little Cayman suffered minor damage, some docks have been washed away by the storm surge. Bis repetita. Grand Cayman seems to have suffered more on the East End, probably from the seas too, the counterclockwise spinning storm having passed south of the island...

The overall of the site is almost complete. Most galleries have been upgraded with Lightbox 2 for a more uniform look; I’m still working on the entry page. I’ve just been playing with a few HDR photos but nothing came out of them and I just couldn’t resolve myself to post them. I’m too distracted. A new day is dawning to the East. Fall seems upon us. At last. Great things are in the making, the kind legends are made of. Dragons and skeletons are flying around me on a daily basis, but so are fairies and magicians. Abe is bored. The Vancouver colors have dimmed temporarily, it seems, but the orange hues of fall are still too far into the future...

As so often noticed, time recoils on itself, seemingly slowing down to a halt before snapping forward like a snake in action. It’s the calm before the storm, except the storm will be welcomed. It’s a time for pacing back and forth. But the ride matters as much as the destination. Every minute should be enjoyed. I’m so distracted...