When I was a kid growing up I thought my dad could read minds and see into the future. He always just seemed to know things. Unfortunately even he did not see the Nashville Flood coming. I first heard about the heavy rains from my Nashville Friends on Facebook. I called my sister and she assured me that she and my mom were okay. However, she did express some concern about Dad’s house. You see, it sits just off the Cumberland River.

A Flooded House

Bad news came a few days later. The 100 year flood came 50 years early. Reports where that the river crested at 52 feet. That put my Dad’s house approx seven feet under water. He was out of town when all of this was going down. I am thankful for that. I am most thankful that he was safe. Not everyone was so fortunate. When we talked, a few days before he came home, he expressed how much he had been touched by how many folks had called to make sure he was okay.

Before Cleanup Began

That was just the beginning. Folks from all over Nashville came out to help my Dad get the house ready for rebuilding. All I’ll say here is that a picture is most definitely worth a thousand words. Each.

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

The House Gutted

The House Gutted

These are pictures provided to me courtesy of Larry Yarborough. Larry thought it was important to share these and I am very grateful that he did. That’s just the kind of man Larry is; great friend, runner, hiker, “retired” (but rumor has it still volunteers a full week as Chaplain for all the YMCA’s of Middle Tennessee), all around fantastic human being, and as it turns out pretty great photographer.

Calling All Heroes

Once again, thanks to Larry for the photos and to all of you who volunteered, those of you who stepped up and helped out your neighbors during their tragic time of need, in this case my Dad, a big ol’ from the bottom of my heart thank you. I know thanks and reward did not factor into your decision, but I wish your reward none the less comes back to you a hundred fold.

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/owenwbrown/sets/72157623936940427/)

When I was a kid growing up I thought my dad could read minds and see into the future. He always just seemed to know things. Unfortunately even he did not see the Nashville Flood coming. I first heard about the heavy rains from my Nashville Friends on Facebook. I called my sister and she assured me that she and my mom were okay. However, she did express some concern about Dad’s house. You see, it sits just off the Cumberland River.

A Flooded House

Bad news came a few days later. The 100 year flood came 50 years early. Reports where that the river crested at 52 feet. That put my Dad’s house approx seven feet under water. He was out of town when all of this was going down. I am thankful for that. I am most thankful that he was safe. Not everyone was so fortunate. When we talked, a few days before he came home, he expressed how much he had been touched by how many folks had called to make sure he was okay.

Before Cleanup Began

That was just the beginning. Folks from all over Nashville came out to help my Dad get the house ready for rebuilding. All I’ll say here is that a picture is most definitely worth a thousand words. Each.

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

Calling All Heroes

The House Gutted

The House Gutted

These are pictures provided to me courtesy of Larry Yarborough. Larry thought it was important to share these and I am very grateful that he did. That’s just the kind of man Larry is; great friend, runner, hiker, “retired” (but rumor has it still volunteers a full week as Chaplain for all the YMCA’s of Middle Tennessee), all around fantastic human being, and as it turns out pretty great photographer.

Calling All Heroes

Once again, thanks to Larry for the photos and to all of you who volunteered, those of you who stepped up and helped out your neighbors during their tragic time of need, in this case my Dad, a big ol’ from the bottom of my heart thank you. I know thanks and reward did not factor into your decision, but I wish your reward none the less comes back to you a hundred fold.

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/owenwbrown/sets/72157623936940427/)

Cumberland River
My Dad lives in Madison, Tennessee on the banks of the Cumberland River. It’s quite a spot in general but one of the more interesting things to see are the tug boats and barges. Our first afternoon hanging out we spotted not one but two tugs coming slowly down the river against the swift current.

That gave me plenty of time to grab my camera and take a couple dozen shots. While the first barge was hauling what appears to be big rocks, the second appears to be hauling coal.

These next two shots get in closer to show details of what is being hauled. Some of that detail also looks a lot like snow!

I hear it is still coming down in many parts of Nashville and that folks out there are very ready for a break from the white stuff.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures of the boats. If you’d like to see more visit the following and let me know what you think. http://www.flickr.com/photos/owenwbrown/sets/72157623541811146/.

This is the first of what I plan on being a series of posts centering around a recent trip Linda and I made to Nashville, Tennessee. I took 333 pictures during my trip and will post some of them here to help tell each story. The rest will be posted to my Flickr account here.

Enjoy, Owen

Flight
The flight to Nashville was pleasant and might have been perfect had there not been such tremendous cloud cover the last 100 miles. Turbulence sucks.

Wednesday Afternoon
Dad picked us up at the airport and we went to a one of the seemingly hundreds of Mexican restaurants in town. The temp was cold and as we ate, looking out the big picture window from our booth, I had the pleasure of seeing snow for the first time in years.

Cheekwood
The next day Mom, Linda and I made a trip to this really unique place. Cheekwood is one of those places you hear a lot about but I would be surprised if many of you reading this have ever actually been. It’s quit a place. In fact, it’s history are “intimately interwoven” with that of Nashville. As it turns out, the Maxwell House coffee brand and the Cheeks, were one of the city’s early entrepreneurial families.

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These are pictures of Cheekwood as a 55 acre botanical garden and art museum sitting on what was once woodland in West Nashville. Then mansion was designed by New York residential and landscape architect, Bryant Fleming. However, there is a lot of classical art and a serious collection of Faberge (not that I would know much about that). In addition, the Frist Center on the Cheekwood campus also has a nice collection of modern art.