Under the Outskirts

Driving again to Chicago last week I passed under the edge of a dense cloud bank. I always expect some dramatic weather at the skirting line between blue and black sky but it never happens.  Are these the places where those bumpy or jagged frontal lines occur on weather maps?

 

A few years ago I flew over one such edge at sunrise while descending into Philadelphia – even more dramatic in appearance but surprisingly not bumpy

It was a little more concerning to sail under one such cloud skirt edge in the middle of the empty Atlantic early one morning years ago with Tony on Taonui, but again nothing dramatic happened

But right now in Chicago tourists are much more interested in being photographed while standing under the skirts of Marilyn’s huge new statue

 

 

 

 

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