I just wanted to share some more clouds with you, that I spent the better part of yesterday evening chasing down.
After a rainy early afternoon, the clouds began to part and gather together low in the sky all around the valley. By the time I got home, I was nearly dying to go out and photograph them, so I walked my dog Lance over to some community fields to see if I could get a good vantage point.
The most lively clouds were low in the sky, so it was hard to photograph them without getting lots of man-made things in the picture, not that I mind man-made objects—but I had this vision in my head of natural drama without distractions.
After taking lots of photos (much to the annoyance of my dog) that weren’t exactly what I was hoping for, I got the idea to drive out into a more wild landscape and give it some more tries.
Again, there were some man-made objects (telephone poles), but I decided to work with them, and in the end I decided I kind of liked them. There were also the most bursting yellow little sunshining flowers!
There was really yellow everywhere, lining the dirt road and beyond. That, in combination with the clouds made for an amazing scene.
As so often happens with photography, especially photography of nature, it’s so hard to actually do any justice to the epic feeling of being in the landscape. Yes, I said epic—clouds make me feel epic—like I’m sailing the high seas with Odysseus, at the mercy of the gods—or more I think, “Wow, look at those gigantic swirling clouds! They are so much bigger and more poignant than me. I am humbled and thankful to take them in.”
Yesterday I was full of that feeling, and it was also one of those moments where I became like a single-minded creative maniac—I got into the one track brain: must take picture of clouds, and my stomach started buzzing with the energy of it. I love that feeling!
While I do like some of the photos, it is more the memory that stands out for me—the moment of experience—the standing on the dirt road, looking out at the vastness and then deciding how I would organize the space into a photograph. What a marvelous gift to be able to do this, and in an evening, without any planning, flying by the seat of my pants. What a gift!