Welcome to the first edition of Lake Erie Thaw Watch (kind of cross between Watery Wednesday and Skywatch Friday), which I'll be updating 'whenever' over the next while. Sooner or later, the icebound lake will open, and I’ll be there with my camera to catch all the action. Well, okay, so it won’t be edge-of-your-seat thrilling action. Plus it may happen at night. It could take a few days, or weeks, or even hours. You never can tell. But I promise you, my friends, when I know about it, you’ll know about it!
This morning it’s clear and bright and very very windy. The local weather report says there’s a wind warning for the whole Windsor, Ontario tri-county area. They gave the wind speed as 59km / 37m, with gusts to 70 km. I’d just bet those numbers are higher out here on the shore (note to self – see about getting an inexpensive but reliable wind gauge). Without the wind, the temperature would be a couple of degrees above freezing, but the wind chill factor has knocked that down to about -6C / 21F.
The first thing I noticed as I looked out on my lake view was the increased amount of open water. The ice close to shore still holds, and with it the ridge of “ice mountains” that I’ve been photographing much of the winter, but in the open lake behind them, those white flecks aren’t baby bergs – no, those are white caps raised by the wind. If they were able to make it all the way to shore, there’d be some major splash-over into my yard. I apologize if the pictures are a little off, it’s hard to stand against the wind and keep steady! (click to enlarge)
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.