Crazy, crazy weekend. My best friend is in the hospital and I’m going to the Ren Faire without him. I feel guilty, but likewise I know that he’d rather I go than stay home on his account. I don’t know how long it will be until he is ready to get out and take a photo trip again, I just hope he has a swift and complete recovery.
Oh yeah, we’ve been getting some serious storms around here, and ever since I was a wee tiny child I’ve been in love with thunderstorms. Unlike my poor dog, who pants and drools and shivers until her Xanax kicks in. These were taken last night, although this is about what it looks like outside right now. I know. I shouldn’t be on the computer. I just can’t help myself.
I know may never get the chance to do any real storm chasing, and last night was the first time I ever even gave a serious attempt at shooting lightning. I knew my location (right outside my back door) was a very poor choice, what with powerlines and all to both be in the way and potential targets for lightning strikes, but I figured what the heck, let’s give it a whirl. I’ve never managed to capture anything more than a dark sky anyway.
Now I really, really, REALLY want to go storm chasing. If I believed in souls I would sell mine a heartbeat to do so. As it currently stands I’ll just have to wait for my next roadtrip, aim to go during storm season (which is apparently March through December these days) and hope whoever I am with doesn’t mind doing some massively stupid things all for the sake of getting pretty pictures of nature tearing it up.
By the time we moved around to the other rim the canyon the snow was letting up a little, but I still didn’t have much by the way of light.
In the end just being there, freezing my ass off in a snow storm in June standing on the rim of the canyon and watching the torrent of the Yellowstone River plummet over the edge was such a fantastic experience I don’t mind that I didn’t get the “perfect” shot.
The natural world is a place of wonder, you never know quite what to expect when you go traipsing about the woods and fields. I find that I often make incorrect assumptions tabout things that I probably should have known better. After all, I know what a flower looks like:See now, that is simple, green plant puts forth pretty colors to attract wildlife and fool it into helping pass its genetic code to another plant. Even grass has teeny tiny flowers, usually too small to attract the attention of humans.
So when I saw this:
Wild vivid color carpeting a hillside (these colors are only very slightly retouched to help bring up the green) I thought I was finally seeing grass in full bloom! SQUEE! Mind you this was a “Stay-on-the-path/boardwalk-thermal-area-of-doom” so I was unable to go check it out closer and get macro shots. Yet my burning curiosity prompted me to ask a nearby park ranger what the story was on the pretty red grass. Turns out the grasses had bloomed about 2 weeks before we got there and these are the seed pods, ready for birds and ruminants to mow down and transport to a different area in the park. Whoops. Not so squee. But pretty feckin’ awesome, if you ask me.
Other amazing natural world sources of inspiring colors can be found on the microscopic level. Get enough of them together and lichen can produce some pretty awesome rust red. In this case on first glance I had thought it was the natural color of the stone, to be corrected when I approached closer.
Just a few shots taken while driving that turned out fairly well, considering.
Sometimes stopping just isn’t an option, like when on a narrow road with a fair amount of traffic and a shoulder roughly the width of your tire. The tree was a gimmie, we were stuck in a slow moving line on our way to entering Custer state park. The deer was a little more difficult as I wasn’t really prepared to snap a shot of a fast moving animal and my shutter speed is lagging a bit here. Hence the slight blur.
I have no idea why I get to so excited to see deer, since they are pretty much everywhere in this country, other than it is nice to see them alive and running through streams rather than smooshed on the roadside.
In which we discuss the relevance of television….
As well as the value of programming
Never forget how it has helped to bring families together
I haven’t watched anything on a TV in about 5 years. In the past 6 months I just listen to programs on NetFlix streaming as if they are radio plays while I do other things. Except Doctor Who. That I actually watch.
Remembering better days
Now serving despair with a side of sorrow