So softly, the fatigue of winter fights to embrace February’s fragile lengthening light –
the music of warmer climes call.
And now the world, and dreams themselves were drowned
In deadly sleep; the laborer snorteth fast,
His brawny arms unbent, his limbs unbound,
As dead, forget all toil to come, or past;
Only sad guilt and troubled greatness, crowned
With heavy gold and care, no rest can taste.
Go then, vain man, go pill the live and dead,
Buy, sell, fawn, flatter, rise, then couch thy head
In proud, but dangerous gold, in silk, but restless bed.
You may remember this photo, originally posted August 10. This scene now looks like this….
The piece of wood , that appears in the monochrome composition is still visible in these shots.
August 11, we had warning of an approaching storm. Shortly after 3:00 p.m. the power briefly went off. After it came back on, I got a call from my wife, who was out with our daughter. They were getting free fries from the Big M – power was out there, and no orders could be completed. Liz would be returning with Tasha shortly.
About 15 minutes after they returned, the power again cut out. By then the wind had picked up, and the sky was rapidly darkening. I headed to the other end of the house, windows were all closed. Reaching the big family room, I looked through the large picture windows as the darkening scene turned into pounding water against the glass. It was like a car windshield in an automatic car wash; all that was missing were the big cleaning brushes.
I had never seen anything like it. It was as if a huge hose was blasting directly at the windows. The water was moving at us in a horizontal stream, not on an angle. In that moment, it felt as if a movie scene was being enacted. As quickly as it started, the powerful blast subsided, the rain & wind continued, but the wall of water had moved on.
Surprisingly, there was no significant damage to our home or property – across the road our neighbour’s mountain ash had one broken branch. There was still no power. Ontario Hydro had identified 23 problem spots throughout the community (cell phones were still operating). Power came on gradually throughout the community. Ironically, we could see street lights at the next street – we are close to the corner. Our power did not return till around 6:30 P.M. on the next day. Over a few streets, others had to wait to 11:30 that night.
The wind was remarkable. Some said funnel spouts appeared on the lake, but difficult to confirm. Needless to say, there were downed trees & branches all over town – some damage to properties, but no injuries.
In the lower left corner you can see the large stone that appears in the first photos. As you can see, everywhere is lush foliage. One of the striking things that I have getting over is how old dead & half-dead trees stayed standing, while healthy trees were broken or dragged up by their roots from the force of the wind.
When I take the dogs for a walk along the trail, I can still not get over scenes like this,
wind walloped these woods –
watch weeping broken branches –
scattered path trembles.
– More coming in future posts.