(click to view on black // canon 5d mark ii, tamron 17-35mm 2.8, 17mm, f/22, iso 100, 1/5 sec // buy print)
So all spring long (and all year long really), I like to keep up with the stormchasers from the midwest. They post photos from chases and usually you see some wicked storms that make me insanely jealous. And some of the photos are really, really great. For example, Stephen Locke and Extreme Instability.
But most of the time chasers just snap images from inside their car, on a road with cars flying by, powerlines, etc. They are just there to see and shoot, nothing very artistic. Mostly for memories. And for me…I always wish I could be out there seeing what THEY are seeing so I could frame it in a beautiful way. A windmill, an old barn, whatever.
The reason I rambled on about that is because of my shot today. There really isn’t much of an interesting foreground. I don’t have tall saguaro cacti. No giant rocks, or trees. Or abandoned structures.
Just the Bradshaw Mountains and a beautiful storm.
Storm clouds change so fast, sometimes when you see something amazing, you literally have minutes to shoot it before it’s gone. This cloud was one of those moments. What I see is a little horse-shoe-shaped base wrapping around falling rain. The entire structure headed towards me like a flying saucer. Absolutely gorgeous in my eyes.
And I wanted to capture it, whether I had a cool foreground or not. Sometimes when you are out stormchasing, that’s all you can do.