Derek’s Photo Blog

About a week ago, I noticed on Weather.com that we were supposed to get some snow.  That’s all I really heard and thought nothing of it.  A few days later I heard some news that it could be big.  My hopes immediately jumped up, but I remained calm because most storms that get talked about slide just to the south and we get a glancing blow.  Well this time, we got the big one.

All told we saw about two feet of snow with some freezing rain, sleet and high winds on top of that.  From about midday Thursday and continuing now, we have had precipitation of some form falling.  It’s been awesome.

One of my favorite places to go when storms bring high winds is Lake Superior.  I didn’t grow up near a very large lake so every time a storm comes into Duluth, I get fascinated by the waves and the way they crash into the rocks in Canal Park and along the lakewalk.  I think it even fascinates many native Duluthians to a degree because the parking lot on Christmas day was packed full of people coming down to check out the action.

I didn’t really set out with the purpose of showing the calm of this storm juxtaposed against the fury, but that’s the way it turned out.  I first set out Thursday morning to find some images of the storm.  I’ve always wanted to descend into one of Duluth’s many streams that sit at the bottom of what amount to deep gorges carved out of the land.  Due to work and time constraints in the past, I never had that opportunity, but now I do.  One of the amazing things about Duluth is that you can be right in the middle of 90,000 people and feel like you are in the middle of the woods.  That is how I felt when I was down at the bottom of a frozen stream.  Snowflakes were falling in what seemed like slow-motion, branches were aching from the weight of newly fallen snow and a muffled gurgle from the stream was bubbling up through cracks in the ice.  It was a stark contrast to what I would experience a day later along the shores of Lake Superior.

Imagine being out in the middle of a field with no trees, no obstructions and have 60mph winds pelt you with grains of sand and rice.  That’s what it was like being down near Lake Superior minus the sand and rice.  Thirty foot waves were crashing against the shore tossing chunks of ice and small pebbles against those who ventured too closely.  Vehicles in the parking lots with a front row view of the action would be routinely pelted with spray as the waves crashed over the rocks lining the shore.  These vehicles were probably sitting a good 60 yards from the shore, but the relentless winds kept pushing the water inland.

While I’m ready for a break from the nasty weather, I still wouldn’t mind this happening a few times a month.