the storm.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
John Muir
One of my favorite things about summer is the storms that roll through late in the day.
The sun slips towards the horizon amidst the backdrop of a fast flowing river and I think to myself…the calm before the storm.
The perfect time for long exposure tripod shots.
The heady scent of rain mixes with cloud to cloud lightning and the trees dance.
I shoot until the rain begins to soak through my clothes and only then do I seek shelter.
I dry off and think about the storms that the upcoming week will bring…
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
What’s old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
it's (almost always) about the water... 