July 8, 2009
Hail Rings
A big thunderstorm just swept through my part of Dallas, dropping hail. Dime to quarter-size, mostly, and a few larger ones that really made some noise pinging off the house. It didn’t last long, and when it was over I went out and picked up a few large stones on the lawn. Many were oddly disk shaped. I don’t know if they melted to that shape or fell that way, but it was lovely to see the rings in them. A kind of sky-scape in each one–waves of cloud within cloud.
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Like cloud trees, fallen.
I’m down in southern Illinois at my empty house trying to contend with the debris from a horrific storm that swept through here a couple of months ago, felling thousands upon thousands of trees in the region.
Daryl, what you hold in your hand could be the ghost of any number of fallen trees I gazed upon today around and about my house.
Beautiful! Daryl. How astoundingly clouds figure in your vision of the world.
Cool photo. (But hail scares me.)
Summer – 1989 – Goodfellow AFB, TX.
Clear sky. Sweat dripping from every pore as we ran laps on the hellishly hot tarmac of the unused runway. A small dark cloud rolled over, dumping marble sized hail for a mere 2 or 3 minutes. It fell so fast that it bounced high enough to catch a few in our hands as we ran.
I remember two thoughts from those few minutes:
Maybe there is a god because this is like manna from heaven.
Does this kind of shit only happen in Texas?
Looks like an onion slice.
Sliced onions pinging off the house. Cool!