I was prepared when my plane started its long final approach into Houston Hobby Airport. I had my camera ready and I twisted myself in my seat to get some good shots of nature’s carnage as we descended into a city recently ravaged by Hurricane Harvey. I was pretty lucky booking this trip just hours before it was supposed to happen. Displaced residents are taking up most of the hotel rooms in town and finding a rental car available was just a matter of pure, dumb luck.
As we descended I could see rural properties under a bright Texas sun, all boasting normal-looking irrigation ponds. The rivers and bayous appeared a little brown, but nothing was overflowing its banks. About the only damage that could be seen from the air on final approach was an eight-field softball complex, all under water to one degree or another.