The mural is by Nicky Davis. The text says, Picture yourself here, because we all need to give back. #givehou
I took this on August 20, a week before Hurricane Harvey became Tropical Storm Harvey and dumped 50 inches of rain on Houston. Houstonians have been giving to one another ever since, as I well know. Thank you, Houston.
This is a mural I shot in EaDo just before the flood. I remember that I was going to research it, so I didn’t put it on the blog. Or did I? I feel like I’ve lived in a kind of fog for the last month. Happy mensiversary*, Flood.
Best I can ascertain, the artist is Walker Wooding, though when I try to find it online, there’s a different background. Maybe there is more than one mural, or maybe he changed it for Pride, or maybe he changed it for the Rainbow Coalition.
Dylan Capshaw started his own foundation, the Dylan Capshaw Wildlife Foundation, and I suggest you visit his site and learn more about this remarkable young man and the positive change he’s making in the world.
Dylan, who lives in Arizona, decided to help Houston animals impacted by Hurricane Harvey. His mom, wanting to help, began reaching out to organizations here and had a few suggestions for him, but Dylan told her “this is my thing” and he found Rescued Pets Movement through one of the board members, Katie. Dylan raised $1000 to help RPM locate, rehabilitate, and transport animals displaced by the Harvey floods.
I had the honor of meeting Dylan and his family today when they visited RPM’s clinic to present the DCWF check. Later, they toured the Houston Pets Alive facility which is housing and vetting animals from Houston and surrounding areas who needed shelter and help after the hurricane.
Like these two below, Titus and Pepper. They belonged to an elderly woman who lost her home during the flooding and had to move into a place where she couldn’t take her animals. Along with eight other area dogs pulled today from HPA, Titus and Pepper are already scheduled to transport to rescues waiting in Colorado to get them into good forever homes.
I’ve met a lot of amazing people who help animals over my four-year association with RPM, and if you want to know why Dylan rocks my world, it’s because he’s ELEVEN YEARS OLD.
Thank you, Dylan, not only for the hope you offer animals in need, but for the hope you give the rest of us. You are a light.
Everything after Harvey is a blur, honestly. This is what I call “The Alley,” a narrow area behind Tim’s and Debby’s apartments. You can see the water line of about 18 inches on the back wall. I can’t wait until all these reminders are cleaned up.
Sorry that I haven’t been able to get anything on here. We are okay and so are the dogs. Yes, we are flooded out, but it is MINIMAL compared to what many Houstonians and residents of other cities and communities are enduring. There will be frustrations with clean up and repairs, dealing with insurance and FEMA for home, apartments, and cars–and the expense of it all–YIKES!–but we’ll get there. Right now we are able to stay with Lynne, and other arrangements are being made as well.
Just know that people and hounds are safe with power, food, and lots of water, as well as help from good, good people.
Thank you for checking in on us.
Poor old left behind dog bone in the middle of the floor. There were about a million of these floating around the house and apartments. They and all dog toys and dog beds are trashed. Nothing that’s been in nasty flood water touches the hounds! It’ll be like Christmas when we go home and they get all new stuff. Their stuff will be replaced long before people’s stuff. As it should be.
On the Monday after Harvey hit, the rain still hadn’t stopped but most of the streets in our area were drivable, with the water flowing quickly into and down the bayous away from us. Tom, Lynne, and I were able to use Debby’s truck to go to RPM’s clinic to meet ANGELS. These angels were the foster family who stepped up to take care of Brandywine and her two daughters Belina and Brinley. Letting another foster take them was hard. But when they jumped out of their car with umbrellas and grabbed the dogs, holding them close and loving on them, I knew that our sweet girls were safe and in great hands. They are such wonderful little dogs, and since I’m posting this AFTER the fact, I can show you their transport photos from almost two weeks after the flood.
Happy lives, little ladies. You were very brave in your foster homes and while being ferried by hand through flood waters to Lynne’s house and safety. You kept us laughing even as destruction happened around us. Guess what: There are no hurricanes in Colorado!