
I'm no expert, but I feel fairly confident when working around tornadoes. I have taken storm spotter training. I keep very aware and listen to the police and emergency management folks on the radio, they are always pretty much on top of it. A couple times I have been closer than I would have liked. Once, I was on an overpass and really shouldn't have been. Another time, chasing a rare December tornado, I was right behind it and almost wrecked my car. On Friday, I had rushed to the path of a tornado that had just passed, only to find myself in the path of a second tornado. As the hail fell all around, I realized I was in a bad spot. I just wasn't expecting the back to back tornadoes. I think the second tornado passed within a half a mile, it flipped an 18-wheeler just down the road from me. I owe my guardian angel a beer.

Some tornadoes are worse than others. The April 27 tornado wiped the earth clean wherever it touched down. It was like demons took an eraser and just cleaned a mile wide strip of land. There was just nothing left, nothing at all. The tornadoes on Friday, while awful, damaged a much smaller path and the level of destruction was much less. But, if it was your home in the direct path, it didn't matter.
It is unbelievable these tornadoes took the exact same path as the April 27th tornadoes. While shooting the damage and clean-up, I had a hard time telling what damage was from this tornado and from the April 27th tornado. Finally I started to see the color of the wood as the indicator of recent destruction. If it was yellow, clean wood - it was the latest tornado. If the shattered homes were showing darker, weathered wood - they were destroyed in the April 27th storms. I was shooting on the same roads as before, Yarbrough Road, Jeff Road, Anderson Hills. This is the third time Anderson Hills has been hit by a tornado. It's just chance that it happened this way, but people have come up with all sorts of theories why these three tornadoes would follow the same path - gravity waves, the shape of the land, and proximity to the mountains. I think it's just chance, but don't tell that to someone's home that has been hit twice by a twister.
A few years ago I found my film from the '89 tornado on Airport Road. I was looking through the images of the destroyed Goldbro, Holy Spirit Church, Winn Dixie, the Westbury Apartments. Most things I remembered. The images stick with me in my mind - it was the first major natural disaster I had ever photographed. To this day it is one of the biggest news events I have ever covered.
While looking through the images, I kept finding these photos of dead pets. A dead dog in the rubble or a dead cat in the road. I had a handful of these photos. Horrible photos. I don't remember shooting any of them. Not at all. I was quite shocked, in fact, when I saw I had shot them. I just didn't remember them. It's funny how the mind can block the bad from our memory. I think that is a good thing. I don't know if we could survive if we remembered the horrible things with the intensity with which they happened.

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