Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weather. Show all posts

Sunday, August 9, 2020

Clouds





















One thing I love about being at the farm and especially at our cabin just up the grid is the sky. Clouds and the weather in general just fascinate me. So here are some photos taken at the farm the night before we left to return to Calgary. 


"There is no thunder in her hair,
upon her lips no rain,
yet world and weather through that door
have come alive again,"

from Six Songs from a Play, First Song
by Patrick Anderson

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Storm coming?



"And beyond such a river, this ritual night
think of the summer weather questioning the corn
contoured for the rain, while the lightning crawls,
and a face like a news event approaches the world."

from Interlude
by William Stafford

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Stormy Weather



"My people, now it is time

for us all to shake hands with the rain.
It’s a neighbor, lives here all winter.
Talkative, yes. It will tap late
at night on your door and stay there
gossiping. It goes away without a goodby
leaving its gray touch on old wood.
Where the rain’s giant shoulders make a silver
robe and shake it, there are wide places.
There are cliffs where the rain leans, and
lakes that give thanks for miles
into the mountains. We owe the rain
a pat on the back—barefoot, it has walked
with us with its silver passport all over the world."

from Wovoka's Witness
William Stafford


Last night my wife mentioned a storm moving towards
us from Belbutte a tiny community to the west. Soon
we had thunder and lightning and Mammatus clouds
behind the cabin.


"Characteristics. Mammatus are most often associated 
with anvil clouds and also severe thunderstorms. 
They often extend from the base of a cumulonimbus, 
but may also be found under altocumulus, altostratus, 
stratocumulus, and cirrus clouds, as well as volcanic ash clouds."

from

View from the front porch with a shaking Shih Tzu
in my lap.


The rain hits the slough. 


 Twenty minutes later all is well.


Monday, August 22, 2016

"Well, what tongue does the wind talk? 
What nationality is a storm? 
What country do rains come from? 
What color is lightning? 
Where does thunder goe when it dies?” 

from Something Wicked This Way Comes
by Ray Bradbury


On July 4th I wrote about a big thunderstorm we had. Aside from
dog related trauma things seem to go okay. However the next day
my brother-in-law found one of his younger cows dead on a hill 
in the pasture possibly struck by lightning. It definitely struck this
poplar trees in one of the hay fields.