you’ll see, right at the very end, the amazing setup of the three sisters grain silos which became a beautiful 11X17 print I’ve already sold a few of. missing the time out on the roads watching the magic in the skies.
that little brush with a spring storm woke my longing for violence. i spent half of last summer terrified. racing to stay ahead of storms, my pulse beating in my temples and utterly, devastatingly, alive.
this year is shaping up to be all work and very little play. it’s enough to make a guy pack up and move to Oklahoma.
I miss the all the beautiful monsters of summer. all that unkempt rage.
if you see a storm like this go the other way. they throw tornados from time to time and if you’re stupid like me you’ll consider yourself lucky you just got ravaged by hail and torrential (impossible to drive in) rain.
I got lucky. systems in the area that day managed some weak tornados but this guy just gave me some pretty pictures and a bit of a heart attack when i couldn’t get away from it.
pro tip: always buy your car with hail damage. you’ll save big and not cry when it gets pummelled for 20 minutes.