I love storms. When I was a kid I would go out into my grandparents' backyard and (much to the chagrin of my parents) dance around in the rain, with thunder pounding and lightning streaking across the sky all around me. Their area was known for the most wonderful storms. I love the energy and the rage that storms bring. I also like the calming peace that settles onto the world after the storm has spent itself.
These photos are grey and gloomy and very evocative. I love the deep oppressiveness to be found in each one. The sky is heavy and feels like it could fall at any moment. There is the hint of magic and myth to be found in the fog drenched hills and I want to follow that path wherever it will lead.
Even though I don't dance around in the backyard anymore, I still love to watch storms, to be a witness to the awesome power of nature. On the tiny balcony of our apartment, perhaps I will be able to dance once more during the storms of summer...
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