#Atlantic Storm

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[biostatprof]

A great place to sunbathe

[adventuresofalgy]

"Oh no!" cried Algy, as he was hurled bodily into a frantic eleagnus bush. "Too soon, too soon!"

But Storm Ashley only replied gleefully "You ain't seen nothing yet!" as it laughed in the wildly bending trees while it tried its best to sweep Algy's feathers off his back and toss him from his precarious perch. And despite the storm's manifest faults, it was probably telling the truth, for the wind had only started to get up a short while ago, and the weather birds had warned Algy that it was likely to get a great deal stronger than this before it finally slunk away in a huff.

The onset of the storm had caught Algy unawares, despite all the many warnings, and as he clung on to the thin, waving branches as tightly as he could, for fear of being suddenly catapulted into the air and flung out far across the angry ocean, which was only a wind's throw away, he couldn't help wishing that he had been just a wee bit more prudent, and had taken cover before the tempest began, as he had been advised to do.

However, a fluffy bird is rarely very much daunted by anything as commonplace as a raging Atlantic storm, so where a mere human would be concentrating on how to get out of the wind and into a place of safety and comfort, Algy was busy trying to remember a poem he had once read, which described a gale very much like this one:

This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye. At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as The coal-house door. Once I looked up - Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope, The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace, At any second to bang and vanish with a flap; The wind flung a magpie away and a black- Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house Rang like some fine green goblet in the note That any second would shatter it. Now deep In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought, Or each other. We watch the fire blazing, And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on, Seeing the window tremble to come in, Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

[Algy is quoting the poem Wind by the 20th century English poet Ted Hughes.]

[ltwilliammowett]

Storm in the Atlantic ocean, by Alexander Shenderov

[outdoormagic]

Storm clouds moving in

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[ravensarca]

Something's Brewing

algo se esta gestando

[atlantichurricanes]

Atlantic Tropical Weather Outlook issued by the National Hurricane Center in Miami, FL, USA

2024-11-03, 19:00 EST

Active Systems: The National Hurricane Center is issuing advisories on Subtropical Storm Patty, located over the northeastern Atlantic Ocean east of the Azores Islands. The National Hurricane Center has also initiated advisories on Potential Tropical Cyclone Eighteen, located over the south-central portion of the Caribbean Sea.

* Formation chance through 48 hours...high...near 100 percent.

* Formation chance through 7 days...high...near 100 percent.

Southwestern Atlantic: An area of disturbed weather could develop from an interaction of moisture with an upper-level trough digging near the northern Leeward Islands around the middle of this week. Some slow subtropical or tropical development of this system is possible after that time as it moves generally westward over the southwestern Atlantic.

* Formation chance through 48 hours...low...near 0 percent.

* Formation chance through 7 days...low...20 percent.

Near the Southeastern Bahamas: A trough of low pressure continues to produce disorganized showers and thunderstorms along with gusty winds over the southeastern Bahamas and adjacent waters. This system is expected to be absorbed into Potential Tropical Cyclone Eighteen (AL18) over the Caribbean Sea by late Monday, and development before that time is no longer anticipated. Regardless, locally heavy rains are possible during the next couple of days across the Greater Antilles and the Bahamas.

* Formation chance through 48 hours...low...near 0 percent.

* Formation chance through 7 days...low...near 0 percent.

&& Public Advisories on Potential Tropical Cyclone Eighteen are issued under WMO header WTNT33 KNHC and under AWIPS header MIATCPAT3. Forecast/Advisories on Potential Tropical Cyclone Eighteen are issued under WMO header WTNT23 KNHC and under AWIPS header MIATCMAT3.

$$ Forecaster Papin

[tomorrowusa]

Florida may be getting its second significant hurricane of the season even before the state has finished cleaning up from Hurricane Helene.

Tropical Storm Milton has formed in the western Gulf of Mexico and is likely to strengthen and hit Florida's Gulf coast as a Cat 2 or 3 hurricane in the middle of the week.

Warm waters act like jet fuel for tropical cyclones and the Gulf of Mexico has been setting heat records over the past few years. At times it almost feels like a giant hot tub.

Floridians should continue monitor Milton at the National Hurricane Center and avoid dubious sources – especially those on social media.

[rabbitcruiser]

Happy Birthday Sushi!

Sushi was born six years ago on October 6, 2018.

[justwaterflow]

Storm Waves

Herring Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada

[thoughtartistry]

A storm over the ocean causing coastal chaos. 🌊

[biostatprof]

Surfer contemplating the infinite

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy clung on tightly to the wildly waving branches of the eleagnus bush until there was a momentary lull in the battering gale, and then, with a vigorous tail wind to assist him, he flew straight to the safest refuge which could be found in his assistants' garden.

He knew that he would be much better protected there than in the wider landscape, because the garden was an oasis of densely planted small trees, large shrubs, and generally abundant vegetation, which offered welcome cover to many small creatures in what was otherwise a totally exposed environment, open to the Atlantic storms on three sides out of four. There was little beyond the garden's enclosing hedges but barren rock interspersed with dangerous peat bogs and windswept moorland, where there was scarcely any shelter to be found at all.

Tucking himself down tightly beneath a luxurious canopy of ferny fronds, Algy leaned back against a moss-covered step and breathed a deep sigh of relief. He could still hear the storm raging and roaring all around, and he could feel an occasional drop of rain, which no doubt heralded the beginning of the torrential downpour that was expected to accompany the wind as it passed through, but in his cosy though rather damp nook, neither wind nor rain would be likely to trouble him greatly.

As he relaxed in his own wee sanctuary, Algy thought of his assistants, who were sheltering in their squat stone house nearby, and his other friends across Scotland (including his new friend @ox24g in the far north), and he remembered a poem which, although it was not written about this precise location, described what was evidently a very similar place, in very similar conditions. Luckily, unlike Algy's own wee nest on the cliffs, his assistants' home and garden were sufficiently removed from the sea not to be threatened by storm surges or giant, battering waves. In a severe gale, however, he had observed that the windows of their house did indeed get splattered by the spitting of the sticky ocean spray, which was carried at considerable speed quite some distance away from the shore:

We are prepared: we build our houses squat, Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. This wizened earth has never troubled us With hay, so, as you see, there are no stacks Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees Which might prove company when it blows full Blast: you know what i mean — leaves and branches Can raise a tragic chorus in a gale So that you listen to the thing you fear Forgetting that it pummels your house too. But there are no trees, no natural shelter. You might think that the sea is company, Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs, But no: when it begins, the flung spray hits The very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage. We just sit tight while wind dives And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo, We are bombarded by the empty air. Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear.

[Algy is quoting the poem Storm on the Island by the 20th/early 21st century Irish poet Seamus Heaney.]

[panoramicireland]

Incoming - Storm Debi - Ireland

An ominous start to the week, Storm Debi nears Ireland and will bring strong winds and rain with red weather warnings issued for many counties from Kerry to Dublin.