One of my favorite weather videographers, Pecos Hank, explains how one northeast Colorado county ends up being the U.S.A. tornado hotspot:
Chicago has its good points… many of them… but without Lake Michigan one could live just as well in any number of cities. The lake is a spectacle of endless fascination… always the same but endlessly different.
and I could not be more fragile if I were wet toilet paper…
Begging your pardon, don’t believe everything you read on the web, not to mention elsewhere. I’m actually rather content, politics aside, but once the title to this post was in place, the next line came naturally. There should be a story following, but I have nothing more. This isn’t an apology as the two lines compliment the photos very nicely, thank you, but a friend of mine was a suicide several months ago so that context makes the lines a bit fraught. Suicide might be a reasonable part of an accompanying story, but I find it to be difficult to imagine, except maybe as an altruistic sacrifice, so what could I do with it in a first-person story? There’s no good day for banana fish. Maybe that would be it.
I do regret not catching any lightning in the photos, though that’s not so easy.
Here’s looking at you, kid…
Now that The New Yorker has posted a feature on the subject…
It ain’t the end of the world, but you can see it from here. Yet, there may be an ecological palliative, a way of designing with nature. Maybe:
After a certain age, they do indeed cycle this quickly…
Snow covered trees, crystalline, silent:
A scene from Faerie but
Without the Hunt.
The flowers summon you
On a morning breeze.
Storm clouds roil and
Lightning flares from cloud to ground.
It strikes with sudden shock.
Morning it is,
But the yard is silent.
Where are the swallows?