The definition of a ‘bomb cyclone’ is one that drops in pressure by at least 24 millibars in 24 hours or less. As this storm intensified, the central pressure dropped to a new record for lowest pressure during October in our area.
I have loved this past month’s atmospheric and textured, misty April weather. Do you recall an April as foggy? I don’t. Whenever out and about and a spare moment was mine, I grabbed my camera and had a go at capturing beautiful fog-shrouded Cape Ann.
Trying out the new teleconverter–note the little tiny figure fishing on the breakwater in the photo on the left, which was shot at 18mm, and then with the 400mm lens plus tele.
Same focal lengths with Ten Pound Island.
Venturing out today around 1:00pm, I caught the tail end of the storm. The winds were still blizzarding and great gusts of snow made places like Brace Cove impossible to photograph. The tide was super high at Good Harbor Beach, but not as high as some recent storms. The waves were tremendous, although they weren’t the ginormous rollers of many nor’easters either.
In preparation for my adventure to Mexico to film the Monarchs, nearly every afternoon I have been “hiking” around Eastern Point. According to my car odometer, from the Niles Beach parking lot to the lighthouse and back is just a little over two miles. I realize that I must look fairly comical with headphones, hiking boots, and loaded down with a full backpack, all while trying to dodge the black ice. The walk is always beautiful–the freezing temperatures and icy roads not so much!
We saved a turkey. Or at least the Mrs thinks we did. We were taking the kids for a ride and drove down Eastern Point when we made the turn in the road past old Joe Garland’s to the left on the road across from Raymond’s beach there were three turkeys and either a coyote or a wolf a couple steps away from one of the turkeys. I told the Mrs to get the camera out quick!
Well as I was lowering the window and the Mrs got the camera out of the diaper bag the coyote (or wolf) trotted off into the woods. The Mrs was convined that it was about to feast on one of the turkeys but it seemed like they were hanging out at the time and it could have gotten the turkey long before we had got there in that open field. I wish I could have got that shot, drat!