Tropical Depression 17 is nearly finished with us; a few intermittent showers remain, from which these sheep were sheltering on a patio.
Water flowing downhill folded this section of asphalt like a ribbon.
HB stands on the broken edge of the asphalt; water still flowing beneath and continuing to wreak havoc
No longer on the jack stands where it's dwelt since we arrived; it barely escaped being plunged into the ghut (watercourse) below
Walking home through the rubble.