The above photo is what appears to be the peak of a white washed barn in southern Kenton County, where a F3 tornado struck Friday and took the lives of four people.
I was in the area, about 3 or four miles north, for a dentist appointment and decided to venture down to see the devastation first hand.
I didn’t stay long, or take more than two pictures. I felt like an intruder, and a bit guilty for being unable to stop and lend a hand with volunteers loading supplies at a nearby church.
Driving down a road, coming around a corner, and being confronted with what appeared to be matchbook homes destroyed was sort of breathtaking. I grew up in this county. I remember driving out this way for Fourth of July firework cookouts with my family as a kid.
People in the area though, along the side of the road, were already moving on, removing debris, putting tarps on roofs, and lending each other a hand.
The barn on the side of the road, the one I could muster enough courage to stop for and take a quick, awkward photograph of before driving off, symbolized what was left standing after the storm for me.