Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label storm. Show all posts

02 January 2010

Minot Beach, Scituate, MA, New Year's Weekend Storm 2010


Waves are crashing over the seawall and making the coast roads in/out Minot Beach in Scituate flooded and impassable, and it happened quickly.

Some cars went down to the end of Gannet Road, got to Surfside where the water was piling up, and turned tail to go home.

It truly is an exercise in natural selection. "Hey Martha. Look at that wave." Oopsie. Elmer is never heard from again!

It was snowing when I took this. The beach is about twenty feet down below the top of those rocks. The tide is high, the moon is nearly full, and the winds are whipping. There's truly a storm on the coast tonight, for sure.

Click to see a larger view, and note the white caps on the horizon line.

01 January 2009

After the Storm


Happy New Year!

Here's the same view of the front yard as the previous post.

That's the Atlantic Ocean way out there, beyond the peninsula of land belonging to neighboring Scituate known as Humarock, The South River, marshland, and Tilden Island on the left.  

If you click on the picture, you will see a much enlarged view, and you will see the row of all the houses on Humarock, which, during the Great Blizzard of 1978 were swept out to sea.   When we moved here we asked the neighbors who had been here for it if they "Sipped martinis and watched Humarock wash away," and they said, in essense, "Yeah.  What else would one do?"  (They're not that callous, really!  But that was the sum and total of what happened!)

Sometimes we hear rifle fire from hunters coming from the island.  I didn't know what it was!  I had to ask Mike, who grew up in the mean streets of Stockton, CA, to tell me what the sound of gunfire was!

In any event, as stated in morse code jewelry's literature, it was just off the the right of the frame of this photo, just a little further along the coast where Reginald Fessendon made his historic radio exchange.  morse code jewelry really is made within sight of the waters where that forgotten piece of radio history was made.  It's not jive!