Pics Of The Day #164

Dramatic clouds today at Old Mill Beach … (Photo/Seth Goltzer)

… and across town, at the Fairfield County Hunt Club. (Photo/Bob Jacobs)

15 responses to “Pics Of The Day #164

  1. Many of us were talking about those amazing clouds… sort of like scales on a fish, all the clouds running vertical in the sky. Does anyone know what that type is called?

  2. Jet stream heading with supplies toward PR.

    • Cloud type – cirrocumulus with evidence of orographic effect from the upper level Jet Stream flowing across the Catskills as it approached us along the east coast

  3. my grandmother, Mary Buell, now resting in Willowbrook, used to say about that sky over the Sound, “When you see that mackerel sky, seldom will be twenty four hours dry”, meaning without some rain…

  4. Possible remnants of the wide swath of storm clouds from Hurricane Maria.

    These curved or striated bands of cloud formations, which can be indicative of a circular breakdown, aren’t unlikely after a major storm has moved through a large area (or nearby, in this case).

    Armchair meteorology … but, I did read about this quite a bit (as well as witnessed this in the past), regarding tropical storms, nor’easters, and hurricanes.

  5. SPECTACULAR! I took a bunch of pics myself!

  6. Mary Cookman Schmerker Staples '58

    Wow we have a bunch of cloud experts. Great information. However, I like Buell’s grandmother’s explanation best. It sounds like my grandmother and my Dad.
    Fantastic pictures.

  7. The dove of peace – what a poignant, powerful symbol to appear now, as the showing of ” The Vietnam War ” ends. Thank you, Dan Woog…

  8. Those are manmade,I am afraid.

  9. Bows and flows of angel hair.

  10. Buell & Mary… the things we share having grown up in Westport in the day! Like you both, my grandmother and father had the same reaction and words for a mackerel sky. In those days it seemed we were more intimately involved with the weather and our natural environment, and took it all more in stride. We gazed up at the sky more often, perhaps, and felt the wind with our bodies, in our bones. As the hurricane of 1938 pounded ashore my mother -by herself- carried me, walking down the street to my grandparents house which was far sturdier than ours, to ride out the storm.
    I was 5 months old.

    • Mary Cookman Schmerker Staples '58

      Hi Bonnie, You sparked another memory. I’m pretty sure it was a hurricane named Carol that hit Connecticut in the fall of 1955. My sister Carol was about 5 months old at the time. My mother and I went to my grandmother’s house in Owenoke to try to get my grandmother to leave. She wouldn’t leave so we drove to the entrance of Owenoke where we encountered water. We parked the car in the driveway of the first house on the Gray’s Creek side and waded out the to Minuteman Man Statue. The wind was strong. My mother trusted me to carry Carol as she was carrying what I now assume were important papers of my grandmothers. The car survived and my grandmother’s house did not have water in it. I’m guessing your home didn’t have water in it either. Let’s pray that this current Hurricane season ends with out any further land falls.

  11. In England this is known as a mackerel sky as they look like fish scales.

  12. Mary, that’s amazing. That Carol spent so much time with us, like family, my much-loved “little sister” and great helper, and we never knew that we had shared identical experiences… both carried down Owekoke at 5 months old in the midst of a raging hurricane by a determined and fearless woman (girl in your case). How great is that!

    No, we never had water in our house either but the cellar always filled up – and we just waited a day or so for it to go back out the way it came in.Once after a January nor’easter blizzard we had giant foot-thick slabs of ice from the creek on the lawn until the end of March when they finally melted away. The houses on the “front” of Owenoke protected those on the creek side from the waves pounding over the sea walls, which were often ruined and had to be rebuilt. But the street always filled up, to above the waist height. Mrs. Heyn’s property stood above the flood and savvy residents would take their cars to her driveway for safety. Yankee smarts….

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