At 5/18/2020 08:30 PM, Peter wrote:
>May 18, 1980.Â The day Mt. St. Helens blew up.Â It's one of those events
>that a person always remembers.Â I was in Spokane, over 200 air miles across
>Washington state from the mountain. But it got pitch-black in mid-afternoon.
>We were buried in 3/4 of an inch of volcanic ash, which is finely-powdered
>silica the consistency of flour.Â There was quite a mess for days and weeks
>to come.Â I didn't have a good camera then, as I'd sold my Leica M2 to help
>pay for my bassoon.Â But I do have one photo of myself taken with a
>rudimentary film point-and-shoot the next morning.
>Today I commemorated the anniversary by photographing the jar of ash I saved
>I was doing a lot of freelance writing then. The eruption gave me the
>opportunity to write a first-person account of what happens when a volcano
>dumps on your city.Â If you'd like to read it, use the two links below, and
>view large. Reading it today, I was struck by how similar people's behavior
>was then and now.Â Click on the photos to view large, and the text is quite
Very interesting. And how people and frustration can manifest when life is not
"normal". Perhaps something to consider when nature takes its own course.
Especially when some people's (leaders?) heads are stuck in the silica.
Themed Olympus Photo Exhibition: http://www.tope.nl/