“Oh no,” I said, “here comes another storm!” It showed up as “small” on radar and I didn’t think much of it. What arrived, however, was one of nature’s natural fireworks shows, and in time to close out the July 4th holiday; the small thunderstorm came through dry and full of lightning. Most of the lightning was cloud-to-cloud and there were plenty of what I call “crawlers” — discharges that appear to move in branches across the bottoms of the clouds. I was caught by surprise! I love shooting photos of lightning, or, at the very least, trying to capture those images. This was the perfect opportunity — no rain to get in the way or ruin my lenses — but all my gear was stowed! I quickly gathered camera and tripod and headed to my sheltered observing post. It was a great show though, with a storm this active, I didn’t know where to aim for the best shots. Out of maybe 150 exposures, I got a good number with at least some streaks of lightning; out of those, I’d managed to get a couple of good images. Displayed here is the best of tonight’s bunch.
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Drama is all around us. When we think of drama, however, we often think of the travails of our fellow humans. Nature, perhaps, presents the fullest range of the dramatic ranging from the life and death struggles of our fellow creatures to the world-changing activities of weather. A brief stop at Hinckley Lake lent plenty of examples for me as I walked the paths this afternoon. Showing She Who Must Be Obeyed one of my favorite spots to watch Great Blue Herons, we spied one fishing. After only a couple of minutes’ observation, the bird smartly jabbed the water, pulled up a fish, and flew off to a nearby sandbar to deal with its prey. Nearing the end of our walk, the day’s very changeable sky put on a show of light and shadow in the clouds and issued a low rumble of thunder. It was a dramatic day at the lake but most people were having picnics.

Against a backdrop of sunshine and blue skies storm clouds build. Not long after this image was recorded, the rain began.
We made a little trip to Hiram on Saturday to check on the Observatory. It has been stormy and wet lately and the office dehumidifier must be emptied to prevent overflow. Along the way we had a small adventure. For the past few days we’ve been experiencing periods of partly-cloudy skies interrupted by rain and thunderstorms. We would sometimes see the clouds building as they moved towards us, their bottoms darkening as if heavy with water; then the rains would come. Though it had not rained much near our home this day, in Portage County the situation was much different. A storm had parked itself over the area and, for a couple of hours, drenched the landscape. As we traveled the rolling route south to Hiram we encountered several areas where gravel had washed across the road… sure sign of recent local flooding. Next we came to a low spot where we slowed to a crawl to safely drive through standing water several inches deep. Not long after that we saw red and blue police lights in the middle of the road ahead. There was a gap in the road, edge to edge, a couple of feet across where the asphalt pavement was missing entirely. We detoured and arrived safely in Hiram where all seemed damp but otherwise normal. Duties done we headed for nearby Garrettsville and their excellent Subway restaurant (I mean it, nice people and consistently the best Subway sandwiches we’ve enjoyed). The shop has a front door on the village’s main street and a back door that opens to an extensive deck system that runs along a mill stream through the center of town.

The view looking south from a pedestrian bridge over an old mill dam in downtown Garrettsville, Ohio. On the left, water floods the town's old mill spillway.
After lunch we stepped out on to the deck and were greeted with surprising sights and sounds — the usually quiet stream flowing gently over an old dam was a raging torrent of brown water tearing through the rock and building-lined channel.

The view looking north from a road bridge in downtown Garrettsville, Ohio. The stream crashes over submerged rocks as it rushes towards us in this picture.
The rushing water roared so as to cause us to shout to be heard; it crashed and tumbled over submerged rocks, and careened down, under and past the town’s new bridge. The sight and commotion drew locals to stop, park their cars on nearby streets, and lean over bridge railings to take in the sights and sounds. Yet as we finally left Garrettsville on our drive homeward, we soon exited areas where there had been tremendous rainfall … as if all was right with the rest of the world. It was a surprising Saturday.

Heavy rains and blocked storm drains maroon two cars: mine in the background! The photo makes it look brighter than it actually was! Exposure info: 1/40 sec., f/4.5, ISO 1600.
Heavy storms again swept (and are sweeping again right now) the area. I was at work when the first wave of the evening hit. The wind roared, the rain poured, hail rattled, and tree leaves were torn and scattered … and therein was the problem. In our parking lot the storm drains became blocked by fresh, green, shredded leaves and the torrential rains backed up. The parking lot I had chosen earlier in the day flooded for the first time ever. I was lucky for I’d chosen high ground. Had I parked in my first choice of spots, I might be telling a less fortunate story. Someone else parked in the spot I might have taken and water lapped to within about two inches of their car doors’ lower edges! Due to a staffer’s heroic effort the storm drain was cleared and the waters subsided. Still, flooding, not wind damage, was the story around the area. I’m sure there will be many stories around the office tomorrow!
We received a scare tonight when the National Weather Service and local TV stations issued tornado warnings for our town! A little after 7:00 PM the skies grew very dark and the clouds turned bumpy and ragged and moved about in chaos. Wind and rain built, nickel-sized hail fell. She Who Must Be Obeyed grabbed her purse and the cat and headed for the basement. I stood by a partly-open window to monitor the weather’s sounds and actions, ready to flee myself if conditions warranted. Fortunately we escaped the worst weather though areas north of us did not. There were many reports of trees down, buildings and utility poles suffered wind damage, and there was local flooding. Local media misidentified several amateur images of cloud formations as tornado funnels though one possibly was the “real deal.” I am waiting to hear from Observatory neighbors to learn whether Hiram escaped serious damage — weather radar showed the worst of the storm passing directly over the village! We expect no more excitement tonight but this was enough, thank you!

A full day of steady rain floods a normally-quiet stream as it rushes to join the roaring West Branch of the Rocky River. Photo by James Guilford.
I stopped in Olmsted Falls on my way to work this morning. Last week I had marveled at the scene I’d witnessed crossing a bridge there during historic flooding. I hadn’t stopped to photograph the view and regretted it ever since. I vowed not to repeat that mistake. Since yesterday, 24 hours of rain combined with snow melt and saturated ground made for new flooding. A tiny, rock-lined tributary in Olmsted Falls, Ohio, dangerously rushed with muddy water to join the roaring West Branch of the Rocky River. Most of the time one can (being careful not to slip on the moss) safely walk on the exposed stony stream bed. The River normally falls gently over exposed rock, shallow and quiet enough to have played host to a wading heron I photographed last year. Not today. It was not a peaceful scene.
So far the “cut the cable” experiment has gone pretty well. Special thanks go to the digital television conversion — local broadcasters now transmit HD content but have taken advantage of digital technologies (and new regulations) to add channels.
On the “up” side: we don’t pay high cable fees for gobs of content we never watch. And HD content looks better when it comes straight to your antenna rather than through anyone’s cable system.
On the “down” side: we live in a condominium and reception sucks! We’re only a few miles from the primary TV broadcast towers for this region. Since the condo association forbids exterior antennas, our modern signal-catcher is mounted in the attic. The attic wasn’t too awful except that now the roof over it is carrying about a foot of ice and snow which, it turns out, is pretty effective in blocking TV signals. Formerly sufficient reception is now unreliable and signals that once were strong are now only adequate. {sigh}
Now I’m told FCC regulations say condo associations may not forbid installation of TV antennas outdoors. But the FCC doesn’t live here and they don’t have to deal with the formidable (being polite) woman who rules the board. So we’ll wait for the thaw to return our signal strength. (And wish we had our own single-family house.)
In the mean time we’ve a new favorite program in the wonderful 1960s series Mr. Ed being shown on one of those “secondary” channels. We also enjoy a number of new shows on the big commercial networks and are rediscovering the joys of PBS. Fortunately or not “Downton Abbey” on Masterpiece Classic has us watching every week. Yeah, it’s a high-class soap opera but engrosses us with its characters, acting, story, and amazing sets all shown in glorious HD.
We haven’t yet felt the need to attach a computer to the TV to view content from the Web. She Who Must Be Obeyed does regularly watch some of her favorite shows on her big notebook especially when the TV signal is too weak.
A recent ice storm-related power outage made for an interesting experience. The electricity went out for about two hours one evening. We lit candles, used flashlights, and when the house began to cool we pressed the wood-burning stove into its ultimately practical use. So in our cozy living room by candlelight, She and I fired up our respective notebook computers –She with on online TV show, me with my Web and Twitter activities– and spent an enjoyable evening. Er, computers and Internet when the power’s out? Easy… the notebooks ran on their own high-capacity internal batteries and our wireless Internet router was running on its big external “UPS” battery.
What an odd thing… sitting there in our living room in a darkened neighborhood using technologies colonial settlers would recognize and use –candles for light and wood stove for heat– alongside our 21st century wireless Internet with its movies, email, and global instant messages! Yeah, they’d have burned us at the stake!

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.
Heading home after dinner out tonight approaching storm clouds caught my eye. Lit by the setting sun, they were full of color and backlit translucence. The sky showed subtle streaks of crepuscular light contrasting against a deepening blue sky. Not long after we arrived home and settled in for the night the storm arrived. It was full of lightning, wind, and rain — lots of rain. It can be scary and it can be beautiful when a storm's a'brewin'.









