Hmm. “Weathering storms” . . . now that phrase puzzles me. Storms are weather. Metaphorical storms that need weathering like illness or loss . . . what does it mean to “weather” them? Be a hurricane to a gale and outlast it? Be an anticyclone to a cyclone? Uglyships’ very own Zeebart sent these fotos along from the North Sea. Here gCaptain writes about waterspouts.
I’m not sure how to describe my attitude toward weather, but I show such profound respect that I might just lack the uumph to weather serious storms or wild seas. Last summer I met a Croatian sailor who’d just sailed the Gulf of Mexico through Rita. To paraphrase his words: “Our container vessel was a plaything tossed by the storm: what a rush!
I loved it! In fact, it’s why I work on the sea rather than an office,” he stated, smiling.
From the cliffs of Lower Manhattan, Joel Milton caught this weather, an approaching Jersey storm, downpour over Newark obscuring the Watchung ridges.
Here are some of my weather shots . . . Mary Turecamo (?) exiting the Narrows for sea.
Newark Bay in April.
Unidentified unit at the Narrows in December.
Summer dusk last year.
Here’s a link to the “eternal storm” over Lake Maracaibo (Venezuela). All otherwise unattributed fotos by Will Van Dorp.
And speaking of “wild seas and stormy weather,” the latest report from mid-Atlantic says Henry had his foremast carried away. Read all about it here.