The Beauty of December Storms

December 1, 2016

““let my heart always be
like it is…this very moment
ready to explode…with love
a violent rainstorm…
with no stream
no ocean vast enough
to flow into.”
― Sanober Khan

“…I don’t just wish you rain, Beloved – I wish you the beauty of storms…”
― John Geddes

“The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.”
― Virginia Woolf


The Artist and I awoke to the sounds of pounding rain and the fury of a freight-train wind beating against the house this morning.

While I tried to snuggle down further beneath the body-warmed flannel sheets and heavy quilt, the siren song of the storm called to me. Despite the soft entreaties of The Artist to stay in bed, I got up, dressed and grabbed my foul weather gear and camera to go and visit Thunder Hole again …. I had a feeling that the Grumpy Old Man would be quite a tumultuous entity today. (to see what I am talking about, read yesterdays post by clicking here)

The soils here are characterized as “Exceptionally Well Drained”, which means they don’t hold much water and when we get a lot of rain like we did yesterday and today, it just runs everywhere on its relentless march to the ocean. The hillsides were dotted with small pop-up brooks of rushing water….

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On my drive over to the Ocean Path, the steady rain drummed a constant beat that sounded like a Basinski piece when accompanied by the swish of the wiper blades.

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My hunch I think was paying off, as this sign greeted me as I approached Sand Beach!

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Yesterday, when The Artist and I were here, this is what the “playful” surf looked like at Sand Beach ……

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This morning, I could hear Tchaikovsky in my head and this was the same scene!

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I knew that shooting today would be difficult with the wind driven rain and the heavy sea spray that filled the air. I had dressed fro getting wet and brought several towels and lens wipes for the camera, but within a few minutes I was already using them! The walk to Thunder Hole gave me amazing views of the absolute beautiful fury that played today.

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As I was taking this shot, one enormous wave was set loose seemingly by Neptune himself and crashed against the rugged granite …. I had made sure I had stayed back far enough not to get swept away by a rouge wave, but the huge over-spray that shot up at least 50 feet completely soaked me as I tuned my back to it —- it was so incredible that as the 48 deg sea water smacked into me I burst out in wild laughter!

Thunder Hole was simply incredible as this still shot can attest to!….

 

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I stayed well back today …. look at this next pic closely as a huge wave builds just beyond the end of the viewing platform …. that is where The Artist and I stood yesterday.

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…..and this next frame as the monster wave crashed forward!

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…and this last as it surges even further in and covers everything with spray! (including me)

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You can see why I am very cautious and respectful of the raw power of this beautiful place I call home …. people do die at this spot occasionally.

After spending another 30 minutes or so shooting footage and constantly wiping the camera dry, I decided to take my soaking body back to the car to warm up and head over to Duck Brook on my way home to see how the water was running there.

It was amazing to see this brook outside of Bar Harbor almost over it’s banks….

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I would not want to live in this house!

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On the way back, the road I had traveled just 2 hours ago was now flooded in spots!

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Duck Brook was roaring with the rush of the run-off …. I had to stand there for a little bit to “soak” it in!

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I arrived home just as The Artist was moving about and we shared large hot coffees while I shared my adventures.

The kittens are warming me up as I write this blog and there is a big pot of soup simmering on the stove for dinner!

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I shot some cool video which my technical department (The Artist) edits, and I’ll post some of those later!

I think that today, Thunder Hole still needed a new name …. “thunder” seems so small a word for the majestic might it roared with!

 

 

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