It’s hot, hot, hot.
Not just in New Orleans. Not just in the United States. All over Europe. All over Asia. Say what you will, but the climate is changing. I don’t remember this kind of hot weather, even in summer. Not like this.
I asked, a while back, where to go for some cool weather. Good luck with that. I read that even Greenland is having a heat wave.
I read a group on Facebook called, “Ain’t Der No Mo’.” Someone was complaining that in the old days the weather people would just call a rain storm, falling rain. Now, they call them what they are. Storms.
My Facebook page was littered with pictures of broken trees. Broken limbs. In some states tornadoes touched down. Cars were twisted, bent and stacked on top of one another. A tourist boat was sunk in Branson, Missouri. At least 11 people died.
Yeah. These are storms. Not some gentle falling rain.
In the Southeast, we are used to this stuff. Supposedly. It is, after all, the tropical storm season. The hurricane season. Hot air finds large bodies of hot water and away you go. A small storm gets refueled making it bigger. More dangerous. Then it reaches land.
I also know what’s coming this weekend. Major heat. With heat indices from 105 to 114 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh, and a tropical storm should cross the Gulf of Mexico, making landfall on Sunday. The storm track looks like New Orleans will get a lot of rain and wind.
There is some beauty to this. For about an hour after a storm, the air is drier. Clearer. Brighter. But what falls down must rise up. Pretty soon the hot air is wet again with even more of humidity. Unless you get lucky and feel a breeze. For about ten seconds.
The other post storm beauty is the clouds and the quality of the light. That’s what drew me to this picture. True. I’m back into a heavy tinkering phase. This picture doesn’t need it. It’s fine like it is.
This is it.
What do you think?
Sometimes I go too far. I know that. I think that I am producing some kind of hybrid art, when really the photograph is strong enough to stand on its own.