nature, photography, Uncategorized, weather

Winter’

snowflakes

Freezing rain and snow
Folks falling on their butts now
Mother Nature laughs.

My contribution to WPC – Repurpose…Mother nature is the ultimate upcycler…from water to snow to water again…

This is my first attempt at snowflake macro work.  And haiku, for that matter.  I should probably just stick to photography.

Teresa

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photography, weather, Wyoming

All’s Quiet on the Eastern Front

snowy-yoder-town-drw-2

I was searching out some landscape shots for a weekly photo challenge, but a winter storm we had going on rendered everything flat and dull.  I was trying to shoot a grain elevator when a little squall opened up started raining down these big, fat flakes for just a few minutes.  The contrast of the buildings and asphalt with the  white snow turned nothing into something.  Ahhh, the magic of Wyoming.  Main street in Yoder, population 128.

Teresa

nature, Uncategorized, weather, Wyoming

Growth

Baby Thunderstorm CRThis cloud tried so hard to turn into a grownup thunderstorm. It even had some brief flashes of lightning. But in the end, it ran out of steam and fell apart. But there was beauty in the struggle. Definitely something I need to remember…there is beauty in the struggle. Good night from God’s Country.

Teresa

nature, photography, Uncategorized, weather, writing

And Mother Nature Taketh Away

Goshen County Light Show CRThis summer, we’ve been enjoying the bounty from the garden we planted.  All that came to a crashing halt last night as our area was hit with a massive storm that included winds, hail, heavy rains, more hail and lightning.

Our garden is almost a total loss and my flowers I keep along the house are no more.   Our yard was littered with dead birds, toads and even some rabbits. Fortunately, we didn’t sustain any real property damage.  Our friends and neighbors weren’t so lucky.  Just a half-mile down the road, one neighbor had his corn destroyed.  Another lost all the north facing windows in his house.  The talk all over the county fair today was about crop loss, broken windows and praying today’s storms give us a break.

About 45 miles due south of here, weather completely devastated the town of Pine Bluffs with a massive hail storm.  Golf ball-sized hail destroyed almost every window in every house and car in town.  On the level, 36 inches of collected hail was recorded.  It looked like Christmas in July, the stuff was so thick.

After the storm rolled over us, I tried my hand at some lightning photography.  Even seeing the storm from a distance was awe-inspiring.  The raw, unrelenting power of nature left me gobsmacked.  Lightning popped and crackleded in the distance, thunder rumbled into the void and I was left feeling how truly very infinitesimally small I am in this amazing universe we call home.

Wyokiddo was pretty bummed today as we surveyed the damage to our garden.  “No more vegetables?  But we worked so hard!” she wailed as we picked up tree limbs.

I was heartsick about our garden, too.  But it is just a garden.  It was not us, or our home or our livelihood that was destroyed.  I tried to use the opportunity to teach my little girl about toughness and gratitude.  So we talked about how we can be sad we lost our lovely garden, but we should also be thankful that we are safe and so are our friends and neighbors.

“But why did the storm want to wreck our garden and flowers?  That’s not nice!” she told me, stomping her foot in frustration.  It was all I could do not to laugh at her outrage.

“That’s just how life works.  Bad things happen like storms.  And we can be sad when our things get wrecked.  But good things happen, too,” I told her.  “It makes the good times just that much more fun!”

“Like the carnival.  That’s fun!  I can’t wait to go tomorrow!”

And with that, she was all smiles and giggles thinking about our upcoming trip to the carnival tomorrow.

Mother Nature giveth, and she taketh away.  All we can really do is enjoy the former, weather the latter and remember better times at the carnival are just around the corner.

Teresa

 

humor, Uncategorized, weather, writing

Of frost and hoars

 

Frosty morningeAre you ready for a quick meteorological lesson?

I recently joined a few Wyoming photography groups on Facebook.  They are a fun place to view and share photos of a state I love.  With the recent weather that’s been moving across the state, people have been posting lots of sunset and frost photos.

Most of the time, I keep my comments about photo quality or grammar to myself.  I’m no troll.  But with the sheer volume of people incorrectly spelling the term to describe the thick white frost we see on trees and fences around our state, I felt compelled to take action.

The term is spelled hoar frost.  Hoar comes from hoary, an Old English term that means showing signs of old age. In the context of frost, it is the kind of frost that makes trees and bushes look like white hair.  The image above, taken when we lived in Boulder, Wyoming, is an example of hoar frost.

There are other kinds of frost, like window frost, white frost, advection frost, rime and black frost (we call it black ice around here).  Oh and Jack Frost.  He’s a cool cat.  There are subtle differences between each kind of frost, most of which are lost on me.  When in doubt, just call it frost.  If you have someone that presses you on further identifying EXACTLY what kind of frost it is, drop them as a friend.  You don’t need that kind of pressure in your life.

But, if you insist on categorizing your frost, remember it’s h-o-a-r.

Not

W-H-O-R-E.  I really don’t want to see what could be rightly described as whore frost.

If you are sharing photos or writing about weather phenomena, remember, h-o-a-r.  You’ll thank me later.

Teresa