Last Friday afternoon while traveling across Indiana we found ourselves at the edge of a storm, and I was fascinated by the cloud formations, the light, the sheer power of the weather rolling across the sky above us. No, I’m not fond of storms. I’d much rather not be driving in them and prefer to be safe inside somewhere.
But that light in the storm clouds, the rolling, boiling clouds, the rain falling over there in the horizon on the right, and even the headlights of that approaching truck…all of that together tells me the story of that moment. It was dark, windy, rainy, a bit dangerous, yet there is light over there, indicating that the edge of the storm is not far away.
Somewhere around the bend in the road it began to rain. We could not tell for sure what was coming, but we kept on going. Not too many minutes later we moved out of the storm to sunlight and clearer skies.
And that is why this photo speaks to me. Nature is my muse. There are so many lessons to be learned by just observing what goes on, really seeing the details in all that grows around us. Storms come and go. Some days are dark and gray, others clear and sunny.
Life is like that on so many levels.