Storms have two faces
Saturday’s evening storm left me with a lot of photos to choose from. I’ve written before that when I shoot, I do it like a mad man. The light or weather is usually only good for a short time so for me it’s important to get all that I can. One shot per sunrise or sunset doesn’t seem very practical but there are those who will compose, wait, compose, wait some more and then compose again before shooting. Not me. I don’t have that patience.
As I was driving home for the first time, if you remember I came and went three times that evening, I still kept an eye on the sky. You can shoot just about anywhere on the prairie if the conditions are right.
I was about ten minutes from home when a rainbow materialized to my left. I immediately pulled over and took a shot. That was my insurance in case the rainbow disappeared as quickly as it appeared. I then drove another few hundred meters when a low spot in a wheat field caught my eye. Instead of the wheat there being ripe, it was a bright green, standing out from everything else. I quickly shot three or four variations of this before the rainbow dissolved into the clouds.
Half an hour earlier the sky looked brooding and foreboding, full of energy and force. Now it was delicate and fragile looking. Same storm. Different side.