WATERY WEDNESDAY – Feeling the Effects of the Lake Effect*
Here’s a tiny little waterfall located just east of my computer. I sincerely hope you like the view; it’s the best I could muster for WW this week. Really, you ask? Well, yes, pretty much. Despite all my whining in my previous post, spring is not giving us a break on the Lake Erie north shore. The weather forecasters have us down for 15-25 cm or 5-9 in of s*** (the other S word) today. We’re well over ankle deep already. And that would be new snow, added to the huge honkin’ piles of it we already have (do I sound bitter?). Not only that, it’s been so cold around here that there is no open water to be found, so one must make do when posting for a watery meme (hence the homemade waterfall). For those of you who live in where it is warm and sunny right now, I’ll throw in a photo (taken from inside!) of some of our local frozen falling water, just for fun, because you’re at a safe distance from it! And thanks to all of you who left such encouraging comments yesterday; I’m feelin’ the love!
* Lake-effect snow is produced in the winter when cold winds move across long expanses of warmer lake water, providing energy and picking up water vapor which freezes and is deposited on the lee shores. The same effect over bodies of salt water is called ocean effect snow, sea effect snow, or even bay effect snow. The effect is enhanced when the moving air mass is uplifted by the orographic effect of higher elevations on the downwind shores. This uplifting can produce narrow, but very intense bands of precipitation, which deposit at a rate of many inches of snow each hour and often bringing copious snowfall totals. The areas affected by lake-effect snow are called snowbelts. This effect occurs in many locations throughout the world, but is best known in the populated areas of the Great Lakes of North America. (from Wikipedia)
For view more photos of water around the world, and to play along, visit Watery Wednesday.
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.