Showing posts with label storms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storms. Show all posts
August 23, 2016
February 2, 2016
August 23, 2014
Let's play in the rain.
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Verona, Wisconsin, August 23, 2014. Today's rainstorm brought out the playful youngsters.
August 19, 2014
August 4, 2014
August 3, 2014
July 5, 2014
July 1, 2014
Transition from a Melon Sky, in Three Takes
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Verona, Wisconsin, June 30, 2014. This is how the sky looked last night, at about 8:45 PM, after the storms ended.
June 17, 2014
Southeastern View
Madison, Wisconsin, August 18, 2005. This is how the clouds looked from our second-floor window as the Stoughton tornado passed nearby.
We are fine.
I wrote earlier about my fear of tornadoes. I once drove into a tornadic storm on Interstate 57 between Champaign and Rantoul, Illinois. My fear of dangerous weather intensified when I lived in South Carolina and saw the damage created by Hurricane Hugo.
When I moved to Madison twenty years ago, locals assured me that tornadoes were not likely to hit this area because of the city's proximity to multiple lakes. Foolish myth!* Since we've lived here, tornadoes have hit near us three times: Madison's west side in 2004; Stoughton in 2005; and last night, in Verona.
Mr. Irene and I hadn't fallen asleep yet when the sirens went off yesterday. We're normally cautious when the National Weather Service issues a warning, but this one caught us off guard. We were about to head to the basement only as the storm hit, about three miles south of us.
Madison, Wisconsin, June 2004. This was the view near where Mr. Irene's Parents live.
*UPDATE: A meteorologist discusses the lake myth here.
When I moved to Madison twenty years ago, locals assured me that tornadoes were not likely to hit this area because of the city's proximity to multiple lakes. Foolish myth!* Since we've lived here, tornadoes have hit near us three times: Madison's west side in 2004; Stoughton in 2005; and last night, in Verona.
Mr. Irene and I hadn't fallen asleep yet when the sirens went off yesterday. We're normally cautious when the National Weather Service issues a warning, but this one caught us off guard. We were about to head to the basement only as the storm hit, about three miles south of us.
Madison, Wisconsin, June 2004. This was the view near where Mr. Irene's Parents live.
*UPDATE: A meteorologist discusses the lake myth here.
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