I can’t feel at home in this world any more

I went to the funeral of a former coworker’s mother today. I didn’t know her mother, and I hadn’t seen her in several years. But I have known her since I started to work in Huntsville in 1986, when she was a co-op and I had just finished grad school.

The funeral home chapel was full. Almost everyone seemed to be from the church her parents attended, which is a conservative Protestant denomination. Based on what I have read, and the little I remember from talking to my friend about it, they don’t use musical instruments in their services. All their singing in this service was a cappella. When I attended church, I got used to fairly pitiful, uncoordinated and scattered congregational singing during worship services, but these people could sing. They sounded like a well-trained choir and at times the voices blended and reverberated almost like an organ. I remember the hymns that were sung when I went to church, and I was surprised that I didn’t recognize any of the four songs that were sung in this service.

The pastor didn’t use the funeral as an opportunity to deliver a sermon, but there was obviously a lot of religion throughout. I was raised in a Southern Baptist church prior to that denomination’s decline into willful ignorance and bigoted fundamentalism. I have long since given up those and any other religious beliefs, but I know all about this stuff. And yet I felt like a visitor to a foreign country. It really is a world that I can’t feel at home in any more.

UPDATE: I added a link in case anyone is not familiar with this song. It was one of the four that were sung at the funeral service, and I was not familiar with it.

Air waves

On the Friday night when we saw crepuscular rays, we also saw waves.

Faint waves

Faint waves

I had been watching the sky in hopes of seeing waves for quite a while, but it seemed that they were either not there when I had a camera or I didn’t have a camera when they were there. So I was happy to see these waves, although they are not the best examples.

These waves are probably typical of the size we think of when we think of cloud waves, but atmospheric waves range from very small, just millimeters in length, all the way up to the size of continents. Sound waves are a good example of the smaller waves. Frontal boundaries that the TV weatherman talks about are good examples of the biggest waves in the Earth’s atmosphere.

Sound waves are compression waves; that is the air particles move back and forth in the same direction that the wave moves. The other type of wave, the ones you see in the clouds, are transverse waves. The particles in transverse waves move perpendicular to the direction that the wave moves, like the surface of water waves.*

Almost the only time we can see atmospheric waves is when clouds form, and, despite how it looks, the clouds are not the top of the waves. Atmospheric waves that travel horizontally, like water waves, may also propagate vertically. If the wave happens to be in a part of the atmosphere that has water vapor that’s close to the point where it condenses, clouds may form. The water can evaporate in the trough of the wave and condense in the form of clouds at the peak of the wave. If the conditions aren’t right, the clouds don’t reveal the waves.

There are other conditions when you can see a wave without clouds, but you might want to stay away from them. A shock wave is created when there is a &imgrefurl=http://www.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8569953.stm&h=288&w=512&sz=19&tbnid=PVcd37uQacDz2M:&tbnh=70&tbnw=125&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dexplosion%2Bshock%2Bwave%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=explosion+shock+wave&usg=__p7sP0KL0BLNx4DsVyPXUVWCSLcM=&docid=r2YQl9k-AdhmFM&sa=X&ei=vnrXUarfC4jS9QTo9oC4Dw&sqi=2&ved=0CDoQ9QEwAg&dur=306#imgdii=_” target=”_blank”>large explosion, and if the conditions and viewing are right, you can see the wave front because the highly-compressed, dense air at the wave front refracts the light.

Waves in the atmosphere are caused by some kind of disturbance to the air flow. It can be something outside the air, like air moving over a mountain range (&imgrefurl=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orographic_lift&h=203&w=320&sz=23&tbnid=2WbFevhVqvRPvM:&tbnh=76&tbnw=120&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dorographic%2Bwaves%2Bin%2Bthe%2Batmosphere%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=orographic+waves+in+the+atmosphere&usg=__mUCs8RxShhAjyoG0LuKI8vDeCAw=&docid=HDav7_YpO0p_uM&sa=X&ei=nnvXUfG9G4zY9QTnzoCoDA&ved=0CEAQ9QEwBA&dur=349″ target=”_blank”>orographic waves), or it can be something happening in the air itself, like winds moving in different directions or at different speeds at different levels of the atmosphere. That was the case for the waves here. I could tell that there were at least two levels of clouds, because some clouds were moving relative to other clouds. Puffy cumulus clouds were scooting across the sky, and the clouds where the waves formed look stationary compared to them. The waves formed at the interface between those different layers of air.

A little later in the evening, the sun told us that the clouds were at a minimum of three levels.

Clouds at three levels of the atmosphere

Clouds at three levels of the atmosphere

It’s not immediately obvious which clouds are higher than the others, but the highest clouds are white, because they are in the full sun. The middle level clouds are reddish, because the sun’s rays are traveling on a long path close to the horizon and have lost a lot of their blue light. The lowest clouds are dark, because they are so low that they are in the Earth’s shadow.

There are some great pictures of cloud waves on the Web, even &imgrefurl=http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/earthpicturegalleries/5400324/Extraordinary-Clouds-and-The-Cloud-Collectors-Handbook.html?image%3D9&h=400&w=620&sz=28&tbnid=ACYEQElJY98v8M:&tbnh=90&tbnw=140&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcloud%2Bwaves%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=cloud+waves&usg=__yxA66cIdDVudsBA0T36SfS7nJUk=&docid=sIeX93cj6EW5FM&sa=X&ei=QnzXUaqVFZTW8gSx8YGYDQ&ved=0CDwQ9QEwAw&dur=357″ target=”_blank”>breaking waves, much more dramatic than mine. I’m going to keep the camera handy, just in case I get a chance to catch some of them.

 

* If you happen to have experienced an earthquake, you probably already know about the two types of waves. In an earthquake, compression waves, called primary or P waves, hit first. Transverse waves, called secondary or S waves, arrive later. Geologists can use the time difference in the arrivals to estimate how far away the epicenter was. Back here in Georgia, although we have a lot of earthquakes, we rarely have one severe enough to really notice, and very infrequently is there an earthquake strong enough to feel the S waves. Around 10 years ago there was one strong enough to notice. It happened in the middle of the night, maybe around 3 am. A sudden shock woke me up. It was like someone had kicked the bed or a heavy weight had fallen to the floor. A few seconds later the room started to sway, like a boat bobbing in waves. The effect of the P waves was eerie. It made the world seem like a very different place from the one I was used to, where rooms stay put. The initial P wave effect seemed more familiar, because it was just like what we used to feel when there was blasting at the rock quarry about a mile from where I lived as a kid. I tried to find that earthquake in a USGS database, but I can’t identify it. There were at least three with a magnitude of 4 or greater in 2002 and 2003. This magnitude is high enough that the earthquake is noticeable indoors and may cause objects to fall, but rarely causes damage.

Blackberries — must be summer

We took the dogs for a walk Saturday evening down to Fouche Gap Road. Near the end of our walk we pass some blackberry thickets. The blackberries are ripening. It doesn’t seem that long ago that the only thing on the canes was hard, little white berries. Then, suddenly, they were red. Now some are getting ripe.

Blackberries along Lavender Trail

Blackberries along Lavender Trail

Of course they are hard to get to. The best ones are deep in the back, but some are accessible.

I picked a few. Some were a little hard and a little too tart, but some were just right. I ate a few, and I gave a few to Leah. Zeke was interested, as he is anytime we’re eating. So I gave him one. He mouthed it and then spit it out. And then he wanted to try it again. So I picked it up and gave it to him again. This time he ate it. And it turns out he likes them. Lucy, on the other hand, isn’t interested

Zeke has watched me picking the blackberries, so he knows where they’re coming from. He has been checking them out.

It's hard to believe they actually come from inside there

It’s hard to believe they actually come from inside there

He sniffs them but so far he hasn’t tried to eat any. I don’t think he can tell the difference yet between ripe and unripe. And I don’t think he knows about thorns yet.

On Sunday night we walked the dogs again, and the three of us shared more blackberries.  I might have to come back Monday with long pants and boots to pick some of the good ones in the back.

 

Crepuscular rays

It’s an ugly name for one of the most beautiful phenomena you can see in the sky. Crepuscular means occurring or active during twilight. Crepuscular rays are rays of sunlight streaming through clouds that seem to converge on the position of the sun. They can occur anytime during the day, but are probably most common at dawn or dusk; thus, the name. I have been looking for a good example without much luck. Friday evening while Leah and I were looking at some very nice clouds showing something else I had been looking for, I realized we might get crepuscular rays. And we did.

Crepuscular rays

Crepuscular rays

They are faint, but they’re there. A zoomed image shows them a little better.

Zoomed crepuscular rays

Zoomed crepuscular rays

I might have been able to emphasize the rays with some manipulation in Elements, but I wanted to keep the image as close as possible to the way it actually looked to the naked eye. And we might have been able to get more dramatic pictures if we could have seen the sunset closer to the horizon. Unfortunately, we can’t actually see the sunset from our deck because the sun goes down behind the mountain. We get good sunrises, but from the deck, the sun disappears pretty early in the evening.

There were some other interesting things going on in the sky Friday, including some I have been waiting to see for a while. I’ll post those later.

Gimme

Beertown trio

Beertown trio

Zeke pushes his head between our legs when he wants attention. In this case, it looks like he wants a beer. Smokey, on the other hand, couldn’t care less. We have always pictured Smokey as a heavy drinker and cigar smoker who hangs out in kitty bars. We think he prefers whiskey, probably cheap whiskey. He is too embarrassed to go to any bars now, what with his short cut and (we think) a shaver burn on his right side.