Image: Panoramic view from the porch as rain showers approach from the south, paralleling the east Florida coast and crossing mainly the barrier islands.
WEATHER MADE CLEAR FOR ALL TO HEAR "But seeing they could not See; hearing they could not Hear"
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Last Day Of Warmer Air - Multiple "Hints" of Winter to Begin Tomorrow
Image: Panoramic view from the porch as rain showers approach from the south, paralleling the east Florida coast and crossing mainly the barrier islands.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Cooler Air Mass is on the Way..But in the Meantime
Images: Latest KSC Sounding and radar image as of 6am showing rain along the coast
Sunday, November 28, 2010
1000 Feet With a Front Overhead
RECAP: The cold front manage to slide through the peninsula yesterday for the most part right at the surface level, but just a 1000 feet aloft where winds parallel the jet stream the front remains at this time directly over Central Florida. You can see from the attached images that the dew point temperature gradient is pretty steep with upper 20s - mid 30s in actual temperature over the panhandle and 70s over the south. Our morning low along the coast was in the mid 60s and warmer than inland around Orlando. Most pronounced is the graphic showing the drier air to the north. The sounding shows how the winds aloft switch almost right overhead at 9500 feet. and that it is within a below that critical point where most of the moisture resides.
TODAY: Front aloft will remain nearly in place as the parent low pressure system well off to the NNW\E moves away from the United States. The front will pull off to the east and weaken as a strong but fast moving high pressure zone moves toward the Carolinas to our north, placing the state in an ENE-E wind regime of the somewhat moist type due to mixing.
The result will be a relatively moist air mass being advected into the coast from the east ...partly due to mixing of differential moisture boundaries aloft and the temperature of the warmer ocean waters from hence the wind will blow. Partly cloudy to sometime cloudy and maybe even some showers after 2:00pm.
MONDAY-TUESDAY: Much the same as winds veer more ESE - SE on Tuesday and the boundary pulls away. Another, stronger front will be on the way for Wednesday morning. But until that time arrives, the state will remain with a chance of rain showers more likely on Tuesday than today or Monday. Moderated afternoon and evening temperatures due to the ocean's influence combined will clouds will keep the east coast within a 10 degree range of variability between morning lows and afternoon highs. Showers off and on, some could be moderate by later Monday or Tuesday.
WEDNESDAY - THURSDAY: The front will be at the door around sunrise Wednesday and will clear Central Florida by late afternoon. Rain chances until the front gets south of about Vero Beach will remain...after which, by late Wednesday the clouds will break as temperatures remain cool. Wednesday may see little change between the temperature at sunrise versus that which it will attain by 2pm. So far, it does not look like this next cold front will be all too bad, but we'll know it as morning sweaters and evening jackets will fit the apparent, apparel bill well.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
My Morph Into Travis Tritt
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Friday, November 26, 2010
Another Warm" Day Afte"r or 'Black Friday"
Image: Memories of another Thanksgiving fade as the weather engines keeps on rolling.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Giving Thanks For Warm Weather Continuation In Florida
Happy Thanksgiving Day!!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Mild Weather Into the First Week of December (?) !!
SYNOPSIS: Surface high pressure over Florida and into the Atlantic is holding fast, just as it did all summer. Gradually deepening trough of low pressures is taking place over the western and central portions of the country, and this general trend it now appears will continue for the next week with minor perturbations creating some forecast problems for folks in those parts.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Final Portion of a Tornado Story
Image: RARE photo of a tornado in Conway, Arkansas from the book "Weather Made Clear", 1965, A taken on April 11, 1945. I LOVE this picture!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Unexcitingly, Unenthusiastic Weather Underway
Image: Sunrise Panorama Photograph Taken This Morning
Friday, November 19, 2010
No Big Temperature Cool Down 'Til After Thanksgiving
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Part IV - INSIDE THE TORNADO FUNNEL ! ! !
See the entire story so far by referring back to previous posts. In promise to Weatherwise, I am not posting the entire tale; therefore, this will be the last post. But in closing (but please read below), Capt. Hall did see the lower lip of the funnel tip the house next door and it instantly disentigrated. He estimated the winds to be 1000 mph (not a typo). Okay, here we go, inside the tornado funnel itself!!
As I gained footing another jarring
wham caught me, and I found myself
on my back over in the fireplace, and
the west wall of the room right down on
top of me. The "whams" were just
that. Instead of being blown inward
with a rending crash of timbers, as one
would expect of a cyclonic wind, the
side of the room came in as if driven by
one mighty blow of a gigantic sledge
hammer. One moment the wall stood.
The next it had been demolished. The
destruction had been so instantaneous
that I retained no memory of its progress.
I was standing, and then I was
down, 10 feet away. What happened
between, I failed to grasp or to sense.
By a quirk of fate I was not seriously
injured, and as soon as I had my senses
about me I clawed up through the
wreckage, and crawled around and
through the hole where the east door
had been. I could tell by the bluishwhite
light that the roof and ceiling of
this room were gone also. I almost ran
over my four-year-old daughter, who
was coming to see about me. Grabbing
her up I was instantly thrown down on
my side by a quick side-shift of the
floor. I placed her face down, and
leaned above her as a protection
against flying debris and falling walls.
I knew the house had been lifted
from its foundation, and feared it was
being carried through air. Sitting, facing
southward, I saw the wall of the
room bulge outward and go down. I
saw it go, and felt the shock, but still
there was no sound. Somehow, I could
not collect my senses enough to crawl
to the small, stout back room, six feet
away, and sat waiting for another of
those pile-driver blasts to sweep the
rest of the house away.
After a moment or so of this, I became
conscious that I was looking at my
neighbor's house, standing unharmed
100 feet to the south. Beyond I could see
'~ .. something had billowed
down from above, and stood
fairly motionless, save for a
slow up-and-down pulsation
.we were . . . inside the
tornado itself!"
others, apparently intact. But above all
this, I sensed a vast relief when I saw
that we were still on the ground. The
house had been jammed back against
trees on the east and south and had
stopped, partly off its foundation.
The period of relief I experienced,
however, was a very short one. Sixty
feet south of our house something had
billowed down from above, and stood
fairly motionless, save a slow up-anddown
pulsation. It presented a curved
face, with the concave part toward me,
with a bottom rim that was almost
level, and was not moving either
toward or away from our house. I was
too dumbfounded for a second, even to
try to fathom its nature, and then it
burst on my rather befuddled brain
with a paralyzing shock. It was the
lower end of the tornado! I was looking
at its inside, and we were, at the moment,
within the tornado itself!
The bottom of the rim was about 20
feet off the ground, and had doubtless
a few moments before destroyed our
house as it passed. The interior of the
funnel was hollow: the rim itself appearing
to be not over 10 feet in
thickness and, owing possibly to the
light within the funnel, appeared perfectly
opaque. Its inside was so slick
and even that it resembled the interior
of a glazed standpipe. The rim had another
motion which I was, for a moment,
too dazzled to grasp. Presently I
did. The whole thing was rotating,
shooting past from right to left with incredible
velocity.
I lay back on my left elbow, to afford
the baby better protection, and looked
up. It is possible that in that upward
glance my stricken eyes beheld something
few have ever seen before and
lived to tell about. I was looking far up
the interior of a great tornado funnel!
It extended upward for over a thousand
feet, and was swaying gently, and
bending slowly toward the southeast.
Down at the bottom, judging from the
circle in front of me, the funnel was
about 150 yards across. Higher up it
was larger, and seemed to be partly
filled with a bright cloud, which shimmered
like a fluorescent light. This
brilliant cloud was in the middle of the
funnel, not touching the sides, as I
recall having seen the walls extending
on up outside the cloud.
Up there too, where I could observe
both the front and back of the funnel,
the terrific whirling could be plainly
seen. As the upper portion of the huge
pipe swayed over, another phenomenon
took place. It looked as if the
whole column were composed of rings
or layers, and when a higher ring
moved on toward the southeast, the
ring immediately below slipped over to
get back under it. This rippling motion
continued on down toward the lowertip.
If there was any debris in the wall of
the funnel it was whirling so fast I
could not see it. And if there was a
vacuum inside the funnel, as is commonly
believed, I was not aware of it. I
do not recall having any difficulty in
breathing, nor did I see any debris
rushing up under the rim of the tornado,
as there surely would have been
had there been a vacuum.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tornado Account - Part III (Courtesy of Weatherwise)
Drops of water were hitting my face
across the room. I tried to assure her.
"That gust always comes ahead of a
rainsquall," I shouted.
But there was no abatement in the
deafening hubbub outside. I know it
was growing in intensity by the second,
and-realized that a tornado was
right on us. I yelled in my wife's ear:
"Everybody in the back room: Get
under the bed!"
'~ .. the side offhe room
came in as if driven by one
mighty blow of a gigantic
sledge hammer."
Under a foolish impulse I jumped to
the south window for a last look outside
before following the family. As I did so
the overhead light went off (3:04 p.m.,
as shown later by our electric clock).
Between the flashes of lightning it was
as dark as midnight, but by shielding
my eyes I could see somewhat. I saw
that my neighbor's house across the
vacant lot was standing, but trees and
shrubbery out that way were flattened
almost to the ground. From the course
the planks, sheet-iron, and other debris
took as they 'flailed over the lot, I saw
that the wind was from due west. It
was a grim perspective, but out of it all
I gathered a bit of hope.
The wind was from the west! It
should have been from the south. While
a tornado, as a whole, moves generally
eastward, the funnel itself rotates
counterclockwise, and the west wind
indicated that we were in the southern
edge of the twister. It, apparently, was
passing just north of us. And too, the
vivid lightning and rending crashes
were passing on and there was now a
decided lull in the screeching roar
outside.
And then very suddenly, when I was
in the middle ofthe room, there was no
74 Weatherwise
noise of any kind. It had ceased exactly
as if hands had been placed over my
ears, cutting off all sound, except for
the extraordinary hard pulse beats in
my ears and head, a sensation I had
never experienced before in my life.
But I could still feel the house tremble
and shake under the impact of the
wind. A little confused, I started over
to look out the north door, when I saw
it was growing lighter in the room.
The light, though, was so unnatural
in appearance that I held the thought
for a moment that the house was on
fire. The illumination had a peculiar
bluish tinge, but I could see plainly. I
saw the window curtains lying flat
against the ceiling, and saw loose
papers and magazines packed in a big
wad over the front door. Others were
circling about the room, some on the
floor and others off it. I came out of my
bewilderment enough to make a break
for the back of the house.
But I never made it. There came a
tremendous jar, the floor slid viciously
under my feet, and I was almost thrown
down. My hat, which I had not removed,
was yanked off my head, and
all around objects flashed upward. I
sensed that the roof of the house was
gone.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Cold Approaches and Tornado Tale (Part 2) Continues...
HOME SPUN FORECAST: Warm today, in the low 80s with a SW breeze and a few more clouds. A cold front is approaching the Panhandle region today and will be on our doorstep Wednesday noon time. Should be passing through East Central Florida during the late afternoon or early evening under mostly cloudy skies, with maybe a rain shower or two. Otherwise, little impact with a return back to normal temperatures for the remainder of the week.
'~ .. then very suddenly, . . .
there was nonoise of any kind
...exceptforthe ex.troordlnary
hard pulsebeats In my ears
and head."
and wide as a house, flashed with some regularity between the scud-cloud and the ground.
In the comparative stillness following the terrific thunder crashes I couldhear a sustained hollow roaring, like a distant freight train. Feeling my wife's eyes on my face I said, "Sounds likeheavy hail." But it wasn't hail. She knew it wasn't, and I did too. You can't feel the sound of hail vibrating the air against your ear drums, norpulsating it against your face. This was a new sound, one we had never heard before.
The low, deadly looking scud-cloud was right on us now. and I could see no sign of a tornado funnel this side of the greenish rain. But it was there, and my wife knew it was there. I told her to go in and take the children. We had no storm cellar, but, had there been a tornado showing, we could have gotten into the car and run out of its path.
Now, we had to take a chance on it missing us. It was behind the rain, without question; I had seen them thatway. In another minute the low cloud passed close overhead, and the dusk of early evening enveloped us. I turned to go in, and as I went up the porch steps hailstones the size of tennis balls began falling on the house and in the yard.
These made my heart sink, for they almost invariably fall in the forefront of a tornado. They came down sparsely, one on about each square yard, but they made a most hideous bang and clatter, and I knew some of them were going all the way through our shingled roof. We all went into the west bedroom.
Lightning was striking all around the house now, adding its horror to the fast-rising din. As my wife snapped on the overhead light, a gust of wind and rain hit the west wall of the room with a crash. My wife was pointing to the west wall. "The wall's blown in!" She had to scream to make herself heard. I could see that it had slipped inward six inches or more at the ceiling, and was vibrating under the wind pressure.....TO BE CONTINUED....
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