Initial disclaim: I know that lots of places got, and may yet get, more than they want of Hurricane Earl’s effects. We didn’t, and that’s what I’m complaining about, because we need rain here.
Also I like dramatic weather. Ol’ Earl heaved himself past out to sea yesterday without showing more to north-central NJ than a streaked sky in the latter part of the afternoon. Nothing else looks quite like that distant-hurricane streakiness – the immensely long, complex, continuous cloudrows, slightly curved and parallel to each other, covering the entire sky at relatively high altitude… and if you watch them carefully, picking out an area of cloud in relation to, say, a backyard treetop, you can see the slow, slow movement, north to south, reflecting the vast counterclockwise rotation around the faraway core. Such power.