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For some reason I'm not getting the sound but the picture is great. Thanks Dear.
Good night to snuggle.;)

Wifey sent me this wonderful pic from a tikes community she frequents...

I continue to be amazed at the deadly beauty in nature...

Keep safe all you east coast cellar-dwellers!

Holy Shit! That's incredible, Glass.:eek:

The sea's look too calm... (IMHO)

Any chance of 1024x768? ^^

They've already announced the schools are closing here... a mistake, I think. It should slide right past Phliadelphia with nothing worse than a bad thunderstorm and I think they should have waited to see what actually materialized in the morning.

Gulp - I dropped by to post a sattelite image of Isabel and just saw the incredible pic from GlassJaw! Whoa! That is awesome!

Well, here is my humble offering :)

http://media.bonnint.net/apimage/NY12309181943.jpg

To drown. Like rats. In the dark.

Seriously, guys, hope you stay safe.

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Originally posted by Kris
The sea's look too calm... (IMHO)

yeah, that's not the storm albeit a wonderful picture. i was following the bouy data from the hurricane, at one point i think it's 10-20 nm east of N.C http://www.ndbc.noaa.gov/station_pag...?station=41025 anyway, the highest wave highth was 44.6 feet!!!:eek:

in the pic, if it were the hurricane, you'd see white caps everywhere....

I knew that GlassJaw pic reminded me of something.

That ship looks just like the Edmund Fitzgerald.

GlassJaw's photo debunked: http://www.snopes.com/photos/isabel.asp

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"

"The Wreck of the Edmund Fitgerald", Gordon Lightfoot.

My wife often cites Mr. Lightfoot's immortal story-song as an example of music I am not allowed to perform, under any circumstances, in her presence. Shot the hell out of my Harry Chapin repertoire, too.

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Originally posted by plthijinx
yeah, that's not the storm albeit a wonderful picture. i was following the bouy data from the hurricane, at one point i think it's 10-20 nm east of N.C

When in the hurricane eye, does the ocean go flat? I too was watchng 41025 hoping to learn what happens to ocean surface as hurricane winds stop.

Suddenly waves in the high twenties rose to high thirties. Then the wind speed and direction data stopped. Then at somewhere between 2:30 and 2:40, the data buoy went silent. 44 foot waves were the highest when the data buoy failed.

Nearby data buoy 41025 is the Diamond Shoals Light tower. Unlit because it is too unstable to put maintenance people on. Did DSL survive those 44+ foot waves? And what happens to 44 foot waves when they hit a bottom that is only 70 feet down?

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Originally posted by Elspode
My wife often cites Mr. Lightfoot's immortal story-song as an example of music I am not allowed to perform, under any circumstances, in her presence. Shot the hell out of my Harry Chapin repertoire, too.

Not like Harry Chapin!?!? She must be a witch.:haha: :haha: :haha: