Hey, St Jude...

The storm that didn't really happen as predicted - at least where I am - came and went overnight, and although nowhere near as intense as "the big one of 1987", it did kill four people. There has been localised flash-flooding, and the winds did reach 99 mph (159 km/h) at the Old Battery on the Isle of Wight, but damage this time was kept to a minimum. As I said, the main body swept in off the Atlantic during the hours of darkness, so I wasn't able to get out with my camera to take some shots.

Shooting in such conditions can be a challenge - if not dangerous - so maybe it was for the best that I eventually ventured out in the early afternoon to see what was left of Storm Jude. It is not the done thing to name storms as such; something that is the sole reserve of hurricanes, but since it happened on the day of the feast of St Jude, the media has taken the epithet and run with it. However, there is no mention of the other fourteen saints that also share this day for a spot of feasting. I hope they don't mind.

The remnants of Jude are still in evidence,  and whilst the rest of it has swiftly moved on to northern Europe - such is its strength - there is still enough in the tail to produce some dramatic skies as the sun sets over Poole bay, Dorset.



24-70mm f/2.8G AF-S Nikkor. 1/1000 second at f/8. ISO 400



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