Dec 29, 2009

The night before last the wind began to pick up and the temperature plummeted. It was an arctic high blowing down our way, pushing steady 40 mph winds gusting 55 to 60 mph, short of a hurricane, but windy. With the wind chill factor the temperature was + or - zero. A normally placid Long Island Sound was whipped into a froth, seas reaching 8 - 10+ feet, endangering shipping. I got an early shot of a tug keeping a barge from running aground just north of Greenport, this before the storm hit it's stride. The tumult in the water tossed the small stuff (bait fish) around out of control making it a field day for the gulls having a feeding frenzy.

At Southold Town Beach the wind was so strong that I couldn't force the door of our Jeep open, but this fellow trying to impress his girlfriend made it out and grabbed a sign post just before being whisked off his feet and on to the hood of his car. That's show biz!

Here a tanker is in shallow water, 30 - 40 feet just off the Mattituck Inlet Jetty. It promises to be a long night for the captain of this vessel, fighting the broadside winds just off a lee shore.


Kirigalpoththa said...

No you are kidding?

That is a hell of a wind force!!

madcobug said...

WOW! That was some kind of wind. Good thing you couldn't get out of your jeep. Beautiful sunset though. Helen

Linda (PA_shutterbug) said...

Wow; strong wind! You were in the right place at the right time to capture that photograph of the young fellow holding onto the sign post with his feet on the hood of his car. Did you submit that picture to your local newspaper?

Yogi♪♪♪ said...

That was a heck of a wind. I thought I've been in strong winds until I saw your shot of the guy holding on to the pole.

Viola said...

Whow! Such great huge waves!! It must be stormy at your place!! Beautiful shots! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU! :)

Zen said...

I just love that photo you took of the flying fellow!! incredible!

Zen said...

btw Happy New Year 2010!

Paul Kreider said...

I've been reading Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice. As in many other of his plays, there are references to the unpredictability of hazarding one's self or one's fortune to sailing the seas. Winds like these are awesome and frightening to think of contending with. In the old days, mariners did so with far less effective tools at their disposal.

I've recently enjoyed these lines from The Merchant of Venice: Act 2.6.13-19:
"....All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed.
How like a younker or a prodigal
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Huggged and embraced by the strumpet wind!
How like the prodigal doth she return,
With over-weathered ribs and ragged sails,
Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind!"

Jeni said...

LOL.... great shots....really! i hope you are making a book of them if you haven't already!