Sometimes I think the weather here in the Southeast is becoming en extension of the tropics, especially this time of year when it seems that we are increasingly battered by large and powerful storms from the Gulf of Mexico that circulate slowly, often for days, bringing humid air, warm temperatures, and excessive rain to our area well into the Fall. The cold fronts from the north and west that used to characterize the Fall are deflected, leaving us with flash floods, falling trees, rot and decay. It reminds me of the first few pages of One Hundred Years of Solitude -- everything is covered with a layer of something deeply funky. Sometimes you can actually smell the mold and fungus in the air when the rain does eventually clear. I find it rather depressing. On the other hand, if they don't fall on your head, dead limbs are interesting to photograph, interesting to photograph, interesting to photograph.
