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Flashback Friday

We lived at 492 East Grove Street before heading kitty-korner to 515 Chambers.  The years were 1983 to 1988.  Here are some weather related pictures during that time.



I'm not sure of the year but this hail storm was considered a pretty big thing in these parts.  Most roofs in town had to be re-done.  It caused a great deal of damage and we kept a few of these stone sin the freezer for awhile.  They were golf-ball sized and smaller.  This is on the front porch looking east.  That fellow on the bike must have had a rough ride.  I don't remember but I wish I offered him shelter.




This was not the first flood that we experienced here.  The house sat at the lowest point in the street next to Cedar Creek.  When it rained hard and rained a lot we suffered.  These were taken from the back porch looking east and south.





My present Nikon was not the first fancy camera I had.  My first was a Canon Rebel back in the film days.  Then, like now, I relied on the camera's smarts rather than my own.  Once in a while I got a pretty good shot.  These storm pics were pretty neat to get.  From the South on the front porch looking north.  The bolt is just about over Judge Bulkeley's house on Chambers. 

Many sources say the Tampa Bay area is the lightning capitol of the US.  It may be, but the storms are less interesting and last a shorter amount of time than good ole Midwestern ones.*  I've gotten a couple of lightning bolts down here but I must be in the wrong place because I never see them.  The ones above are nice fat juicy bolts that really let you know they were here. 

*This text was written prior to the tornado strike that hit Washington.  I'll bet they have had their fill of "good ole Midwestern ones" and naturally the loss of life and property is a tragic side to storms that I in no way want to be part of or be near.    

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