Stones wear down, cement may crack and paint may peel, but nature will not be stopped. Here a Variegated Pothos climbs the stairs in its persistent quest to be nearer the light. Hand-painted acrylic on canvas. A sentimental painting, this was my home, a fertile courtyard in a fun community at just the right time. There was always someone to surf with. A memory, a legend, a story of the past, the Nine homes that were Eastwind were destroyed by the storms of 2004. No Lives were lost but the collective life that flowed from under the flat roof and block walls is gone. In its place a dry arid vacant lot. A new Zone outlawing any chance of its resurrection. The last of a lost breed gone. Its residents scattered in the winds of Hurricane Frances.