Thanks, Connie ~ can tell you it's scarier than craparoonies out there right now. This photo is from the archives cuz I only want to go out there and try to get this shot ONCE in my lifetime!
We had mighty winds all night in Palo Verdes--a thousand miles and more south of you: kept waking me up too! I grew up in Boulder with hurricane force chinooks on and off all winter: How mobile is the bed on these nights of gesticulating trees when the rain clatters fast, the tin-toy rain with dapper hoof trotting upon an endless roof, traveling into the past.....("Rain" by Vladimir Nabokov)
Panayoti, that is some good "Rain" ;>]] I am currently reading 'Industry of Souls,' a fictional account of a man who survives the gulag (to abbreviate the account). There is a sublime way with words coming from that side of the planet. "...dapper hoof trotting upon an endless roof..." indeed!
Isn't it something to be under tall trees in big wind? I used to LOVE winstorms - before I owned a house, and before I moved to the forest. Now, I still love the wind, but I get very nervous at night on a windy night... I hear the trees singing overtones and whistling while they dance.
Same for me, Valerianna. I loved it a lot more before owning this house. Now I have a completely different sense of the dangers. Fortunately, we have no big trees directly in the "falling" path of the house BUT many of the trees are old and it is not unusual for huge limbs to come flying. I absolutely will not walk the dogs in the woods on a very windy day.
Like Penny mentions below, I like to be reminded of that. We have no shortage of these windy reminders on this tiny rock, yet every time it occurs I still feel a kind of cowering. The wind is so BIG here...
One of the reasons that I love the desert is that it 'puts me in my place' - it is so vast and I am so small. I like to be reminded of that off and on.
GREAT photo!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Connie ~ can tell you it's scarier than craparoonies out there right now. This photo is from
Deletethe archives cuz I only want to go out there and try to get this shot ONCE in my lifetime!
We had mighty winds all night in Palo Verdes--a thousand miles and more south of you: kept waking me up too! I grew up in Boulder with hurricane force chinooks on and off all winter: How mobile is the bed on these
ReplyDeletenights of gesticulating trees
when the rain clatters fast,
the tin-toy rain with dapper hoof
trotting upon an endless roof,
traveling into the past.....("Rain" by Vladimir Nabokov)
Panayoti, that is some good "Rain" ;>]]
DeleteI am currently reading 'Industry of Souls,' a fictional account of a man who survives the gulag (to abbreviate the account). There is a sublime way with words coming from that side of the planet. "...dapper hoof trotting upon an endless roof..." indeed!
craparoonies is right!
ReplyDeleteThat's a Merriam-Webster definition of our winds ;>]
DeleteIsn't it something to be under tall trees in big wind? I used to LOVE winstorms - before I owned a house, and before I moved to the forest. Now, I still love the wind, but I get very nervous at night on a windy night... I hear the trees singing overtones and whistling while they dance.
ReplyDeleteSame for me, Valerianna. I loved it a lot more before owning this house. Now I have a completely different sense of the dangers. Fortunately, we have no big trees directly in the "falling" path of the house BUT many of the trees are old and it is not unusual for huge limbs to come flying. I absolutely will not walk the dogs in the woods on a very windy day.
DeleteShows us our place in the scheme of things
ReplyDeleteLike Penny mentions below, I like to be reminded of that. We have no shortage of these windy reminders
Deleteon this tiny rock, yet every time it occurs I still feel a kind of cowering. The wind is so BIG here...
One of the reasons that I love the desert is that it 'puts me in my place' - it is so vast and I am so small. I like to be reminded of that off and on.
ReplyDeleteYes, me too, Penny...and in this case at a ***safe*** distance from those 200' Doug firs!
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