Today was “our” day. Whereas recently weekends have either been paid work or, more often, prep work for sale of Mom-In-Law’s house, today was ours. Of course it was cloudy, chilly, rainy, and breezy but sometimes that’s not such a bad thing. At any rate, that was the day we were dealt. We spent the morning shopping: I have had to discard several shirts lately so I picked up three replacements. The discarded shirts in question were fraying a bit at the collar and had even developed holes in the left elbows. I must prop up my head on my left hand way more than I know! Lunch at the mall and we headed out to Root Candles in Medina. If one were studying retail merchandising and display, Root Candles is a place to go for good examples. We enjoy the look and scent of the place; its welcoming and warm atmosphere always comfort. I looked around and soaked up the atmosphere; She Who Must be Obeyed bought a bunch of their high-quality candles, made in the very old factory attached to the store. I really would have liked to have set up a camera and shot gobs of photos of the way light plays on the beautiful candle holders and home decor items but, with a sigh and an eye toward budget preservation (She bought a bunch of candles), we left. Enjoying the drive through the moody countryside and watching the dramatic skies, I asked Her to pull over on a county road adjacent to a soybean field. The field, a line of trees in the distance, brooding clouds above, all came together to make a beautiful image. My trusty Canon PowerShot G11 in hand, I recorded the scene. A little reminder of Our Day.
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It was a very blustery day. Any autumn leaf that was thinking about dropping to the ground had its decision made for it by 15- to 30-mile-per-hour winds. Early in the day it was dreary and overcast. Later, openings appeared between the clouds. We were on our way home from a bit of shopping –She needed new jeans– and decided to make a quick stop at Hinckley Lake. Spots of sun drifted over the color-dappled trees and whorls of ripples spread on the surface of the water as the wind drove through the valley. I had my little Canon PowerShot G11 with me and so made some photos. The stop was brief but beautiful. Robbing a bit from the joy of the moment was discovering the cozy little boat rental and outdoors shop, the Hinckley Lake Boathouse, was going out of business. Stepping inside we found the shop nearly empty and a lone employee idly minding the cash register. {I hope to learn more of the circumstances but it sounds like Cleveland Metroparks may have chosen to not renew the owner’s lease and will take over the property.}
Though the days have been unseasonably mild, they have lately dawned clear, foggy, frosty, and beautiful. Yesterday I stopped to enjoy scenes at Baldwin Lake. This morning I paused at the aptly-named Frostville historical village. Oh, how difficult it was to pay a rushed visit to those ice-decorated places in my travels on frosty mornings.
It was a truly miserable November day. Skies were overcast, temperatures never rose out of the 40s, there was rain, there was rain with ice pellets. I started work on my 2011 photographic calendar. I ventured outdoors only to hang the freshly-cleaned bird feeders and travel to Taco Bell for lunch. That was enough. The damp cold seemed to penetrate to the bone. It was a good day to be an indoor cat… or a “cat” indoors!

The rising sun illuminates trees overlooking the West Branch Columbia River valley on a cold early November morning.
This day dawned bright and crisp making the commute to work more pleasant. Dropping into the valley, I looked around as I crossed the bridge over the West Branch of the Columbia River in Olmsted Township. The rising sun was kissing trees at the rim of the valley, trees that had so far held on to their colored leaves. I stopped for five minutes to snap some photos and enjoy the view and wished I could have explored the frosty fields I’d passed along the way. Hi-ho, it’s off to work I go!

Visible satellite image of the October 26, 2010 superstorm taken at 5:32pm EDT. At the time, Bigfork, Minnesota was reporting the lowest pressure ever recorded in a U.S. non-coastal storm, 955 mb. Image credit: NASA/GSFC.
It’s being called a “super-storm”or “weather bomb.” The storm we experienced yesterday was a whopper. Although many of us escaped any damage or danger {it was actually no big deal where I was sitting}, the same cannot be said for everyone’s experience. Tornadoes, hurricane-force winds, torrential rains pummeled many areas. The lowest barometric pressure ever recorded in a non-coastal area was measured within the system’s spiral. A weather satellite image is, at once, beautiful and frightening.
A strong squall line ran across the Midwestern US today. As usual the broadcast weather folk made much of the storm. Fortunately the severity of the storms varied along the line… there was wind everywhere but, in most cases around here, nothing damaging. In many other areas, however, higher winds, strong thunderstorms, and tornadoes ruined the day. For the rest of us it was a blustery morning, a rainy afternoon and here, anyway, an amazing evening.

Following the afternoon passage of a squall line, the sunset colored the western sky a vivid orange. Yes, it really was this color! Photo by James Guilford.
The incredible color of the sunset drew me out on to our balcony for my best vantage point on short notice. I got my slippers soaking wet and a few stray drops of rain on the camera … worth every bit of it. I looked to the darkening eastern sky and what should present itself but a huge, arcing rainbow –actually a multiple bow– spanning most of the horizon. Had to try and capture that image too. The little Canon G11 was just adequate to the task but, true to the reason I bought it, was at hand when needed.
Such was the scene after the storm.











