As the storm approached, I lept out of my car and frantically snapped a dozen photos before the rain started pelting down. The bold light grade of the road starkly contrasts with the foreboding clouds that loom in the background. I found the fence-line ironic because we, as humans, try to set boundaries on earth and relatively succeed. When a storm rolls in, there is nothing to contain the water-laden clouds, and all we can do is look on in anticipation and awe.
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Impressive storm clouds.
Yes, there is nothing quite like a rainstorm in Montana, especially over the Continental Divide. As much as I was terrified by thunderstorms in the summer b/c of fire danger (e.g., dry lightening), I do miss them in Oregon. I will always remember when a bolt of lightening struck 100 yards from our house, hitting a tiny Ponderosa pine tree that miraculously survived! The ground beneath my feet reverberated with an echoing boom that carried, it seemed, forever. My dad ran outside with a hose (with a metal tip!) to try and put the fire out with minimal water pressure. Eventually, the volunteer fire department came out and spent one hour dousing the flames. Amazingly, the ground was still too hot to touch after the crew left! The tree has since grown into a beautiful blemished creation, no worse for wear, its spire tall and proud as if daring lightening to strike in the same place twice.
Yikes, close encounter.
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Welcome to the boundless world of Nature…
quite beautiful! we had some impressive ones yesterday – but the scenery around the clouds was just not quite a ‘pretty’ as yours:)
Thank you, Kim! Remember, there is always awe and wonder around us no matter where we live. Your view isn’t better or worse than mine, it’s geographically separate in space but under the same sky. The difference lies in each person’s perception of his/her surroundings. Hope you have a relaxing weekend, my friend. Keep up the inspired writing on your blog 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Its funny how nature, even at its most destructive can be beautiful.
So true, my friend. Nature can hit you sideways and shift your perspective on life. It reminds human beings that we are not the only act in town. The earth set the stage long before we showed up. We are but an audience to the storm, ear drums applauding with each thunder clap. Hope you have a relaxing weekend, my friend!
Cheers,
Tyler 🙂
Cheers to you as well.
Great storm shot
Thank you!
Cheers,
Tyler 🙂