# red alert
A few weeks ago, there was a storm. Living where I do, I got the emergency alert. And living where I do, was largely spared. S was due to fly just before the worst was forecast to hit, and, fortuitously[1] took off. Leaving me and the dog to get blown about the place.
Some observations from the few times I popped out onto to the beach:
A few local fence panels didn't make it.
# cable (un)tie(d)
As I said, I recently went about the place lashing drinks-can pinhole cameras to lampposts[5] and trees. I visit them ~daily when walking the dog. Post-storm two showed signs of having been entrained, and were no longer pointing where they were supposed to be. One that was up a tree, another that had been tucked into a corner on a window ledge. I took them down, scanned them, inverted the colours, flipped them left-right, and put them just here and here


Fig 2 is especially not that great, as the sun was yet to climb high enough to make any sort of impression, and I think it might have been moving a fair bit piror to the storm. The roofline is not as sharp as it should be. Fig 1 however, was just about to get good. The low arcs of the winter sun nicely picking out the tree in the foreground. I am surprised the the tree is as clear as it is.
# lesson learnt
- If you're planning on leaving something outside for six months that ought not move: do a better job of securing it.
- maybe add a drainage hole to these pinhole caneras[6]. there was a week or so between taking them down and opening them, and they were still quite soggy
- more. always put up more.
- maybe don't stress too much about these things being in place from solstice to solstice.
# footnotes
from a not-having-your-flight-cancelled perspective, as opposed to the hoping-for-a-smooth-ride one ↩︎
no sh!t ↩︎
a function of the wind blowing offshore, i think. incoming waves appeared to be getting squashed flat ↩︎
sediment transport is so awesome. three cheers for saltation ↩︎
that double 'p' feels odd to type ↩︎
a quite deliberate, windblown, typo ↩︎