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Tag: Humid

  • Green Manalish

    the greens of summer. This is our greenest time of year. Between the rain and the dripping humidity, we have an outdoor greenhouse. Everything grows. As we roll into August, the wet season dries out a bit. The hot weather really hits. Instead of the low 90s of July, the temperature rises into the high…

  • When IT Doesn’t

    Storm season. The soggy time of year. If we don’t get wet from above, we get wet from very moist air. You know, humidity. The number that drives the heat index into numbers unknown. The air temperature might be around 90 degrees, but with the humidity the heat index (feels like) temperature is about 102…

  • No Way Home

    Summer. The calendar may say that we’ve got almost a month to summer, but the heat, humidity and rain have given us a summer-like feel for the past couple of days. I’m not really ready for it, especially since we planned on not being here for a couple of months, but a virus took that…

  • Brand New Day

    Foggy days. Foggy nights. I took a little walk to a nearby train yard. I’ve been meaning to do that for a while. We’ve had a lot of fog so I wanted to photograph the fog at night. I found two engines with their motors warming up. I was astounded to see a caboose sitting…

  • Everyday It Rains

    The goopy season. It starts around now and lasts well into August, when even hotter temperatures dry out the air a little bit. A loss of humidity would seem to be a good thing. It is. Unfortunately, the temperature starts creeping into the triple digits. Like about 219 degrees. You pick your poison. Or, you…

  • Swamp Floor

    Southeastern Louisiana is an outdoor hothouse. Heat, humidity and rainfall make it so.  We have weird growth. Until I moved here I never saw a red mushroom. I see them towards the end of summer. There are also white ones. Brown ones. Huge misshapen ones. I’ve lived in a lot of places. Louisiana is the…

  • Summer’s Dusk

    Beneath summer skies. With daily rain often comes drama. Usually, around dusk when the storm clouds are moving towards the west or upriver. I can see some of it forming from my windows. But, I really see it on dogarito’s second — or sometimes — third walk of the day. Luckily, she’s pretty patient. So,…

  • Summer One

    I’m trying to make ten great summertime pictures. This could be one of those pictures. It speaks to me about the hot sun, the wild plants growing along fences, buildings and up and over anything that has been abandoned. We don’t really have Kudzu down here in the swamp. But, just about everything grows. For…

  • Clouds. A Quick Study.

    How could I not? I claim that I’m not a nature photographer. I also don’t usually take pictures of clouds except as part of a much larger scene. But, when I see it I photograph it. So I did it. This is also what happens when you keep a camera handy. I was running errands when…