Filaments in flight, an image that conveys water’s presence very well. 🙂
Thanks for commenting on a few of these Lynn. We say it often on here, but I do appreciate your thoughts
I am really enjoying this series, John. The obviously sunny images feel like a walk along the beach, watching a fascinating array of features, like the filament(s) in this image, after the storm has passed. But then there are the others, especially “Knurled Sea”, that are more ominous and uncertain about what might be coming. I think about you folks when I see the cyclones move up the coast and land up in your area and northward. Hope you are doing well. {I thought “Philippe” was heading your way this weekend but I just looked and it is not being tracked anymore}
Those opposing moods are a door into a difficult subject and some of these pictures landed in more meaningful spots, I think, because they managed to catch something of both moods. The storms are sobering. There’s a lot of woods around this part of town where we live, and few trees are more than 80 years old. The 1938 hurricane leveled the moraine that year and the eye passed 30 miles west. I do enjoy your comments, Mic. Thanks for stopping by.
JOHN TODARO
Beautiful post
Nice to hear from you– thanks 🌹
Welcome sir
Filaments in flight, an image that conveys water’s presence very well. 🙂
Thanks for commenting on a few of these Lynn. We say it often on here, but I do appreciate your thoughts
I am really enjoying this series, John. The obviously sunny images feel like a walk along the beach, watching a fascinating array of features, like the filament(s) in this image, after the storm has passed. But then there are the others, especially “Knurled Sea”, that are more ominous and uncertain about what might be coming. I think about you folks when I see the cyclones move up the coast and land up in your area and northward. Hope you are doing well. {I thought “Philippe” was heading your way this weekend but I just looked and it is not being tracked anymore}
Those opposing moods are a door into a difficult subject and some of these pictures landed in more meaningful spots, I think, because they managed to catch something of both moods. The storms are sobering. There’s a lot of woods around this part of town where we live, and few trees are more than 80 years old. The 1938 hurricane leveled the moraine that year and the eye passed 30 miles west. I do enjoy your comments, Mic. Thanks for stopping by.