Last evening, a dark rainstorm
devoured the Elkhorn Mountains and dragged itself across the valley toward my
house. Strong winds shouldered against
my windows and pushed aside the mayday tree at my front drive before the storm itself
reached me.
When I opened my door to step outside
to “feel” the storm approaching, a white flurry of snow-like petals from the
Mayday tree blossoms swished inside my house and settled on the entry bench and
carpeting.
I walked out and stood at the end of
my drive to capture images of the approaching storm with my
smarter-than-me-phone.
I love such storms. They make me feel appropriately
insignificant. I like the earthy scents
they carry. I appreciate the insistence
of wind against my arms and face. I like
listening to wind sifting through the nearby pines.
I captured a few images of the storm
while blue skies remained overtop me and then scampered back inside and waited
for rain.
--Mitchell Hegman
ReplyDeletei especially love the first photo. Montana hs a beauty all its own!