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Weather Update. February 10, 2011

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
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Yesterday was very windy in these parts.  Driving was complicated by buffeting winds, with visibility varying wildly from infinity to zero in the time it takes to say so:

After sunset, actual snow squalls blew through accompanied by high winds.  I drove home through intermittent white-out conditions and passed several spots where other cars had driven off the road and back onto it, presumably because they had no way of seeing where it was!

Some nights, it’s exceptionally good to get back to the comfort of one’s wood stove.  😉



Freight Train Wind March 11, 2008

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Sunday’s walk-about was a trip – the rains of the preceding days had penetrated and consolidated the snow pack, then frozen it solid, not in the shiny-crust way, but more in the glacial nevé way. Walking in the steep hills necessitated a step by step evaluation of traction and penetration, and many detours to avoid icy areas with dangerous run-outs.

On top of this, the wind was roaring through the forest, the trees waving frenetically, bowing in obeisance, all but prostrating themselves to the torrent lest they lose their heads.

I’ve seen many a stately crown come down in these conditions, the upper half of a mighty oak or maple or beech suddenly snapped from its trunk, translated leeward, and dropped like a so-many-ton lawn dart, penetrating the frozen ground by a yard, and God help any living thing which drew the straw of being there at that moment.

I moved with one eye on the frantic antics of the trees and the other on the icy conditions underfoot. It was not a relaxing walk, but a powerful one, with legs and back coiled reflexively, and heightened senses transmitting every nuance of the day to the primal consciousness which had supplanted my rational thoughts.

There were few photos taken; I had eschewed my tripod in favor of a sharp-tipped adjustable ski pole, and at any rate, the turbulent matrix of carbon and water and air surrounding me wasn’t going to pause for my photographic muse.

I came home with a scant few images snatched from the maelstrom; a clump of white birch:


Some outcrops of banded gneiss, golden in the late day sun:


A mossy boulder incased in the icy spray of a small falls:


I ended the day with a quick trip up to Plainfield Pond to catch the last long, low rays of the Sun:


…and its dramatic Exit, Stage West,


…then a few moments of pastel tranquility as the light, and the wind, finally faded:


The Wind Blows November 19, 2007

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Leaving the house today in the blue-gray November light, amidst a swirl of snowflakes and the rustle of leaves, I saw a stark sight, simple, signifying a season, swaddling a dream, a still-life of causality and consequence.


The wind blows,

The flowers fall.

The wind blows,

The leaves fall.

The wind blows,

The flowers dry.

The wind blows,

The snows fly.

The wind blows.