In May last year I visited the same place and made an image of a storm in the mountains. In my posting I noted that:
“Every time I go out with my camera I hope for the magic that takes an ordinary scene to one that lifts my soul to dizzying heights. A place of reverence. A symphony playing its magic on the landscape, creating a moment that sears the mind. A special moment so rare to find, so fleeting and easy to miss. I live for these beautiful moments that reveal something special about the landscape and illuminate feelings deeply buried, they fill me with awe and inspiration. Something revealed. For just an instant I feel God’s beautiful breath as it warms my soul, I feel frighteningly alive, changed forever.”
I never thought that on my very next visit a storm would come racing across the same lake, having the same effect on me as experienced the last time. This time it was not the “thin blue line” that got a hold of my soul but the power of the storm. My treatment of this tries to bring out the energy I witnessed from the outside AND the energy I felt on the inside. “For just an instant I feel God’s beautiful breath as it warms my soul, I feel frighteningly alive, changed forever”.
How lucky we are to live in a place like we do.