#prairie storms

[fertile-void]

tornado warning

[thisherelight]

and the dark comes to you. 

this slow moving hulk ripping its way out of the bottom of the cloudbase raked slow across the prairie fields. It gave me so much time to make time lapses (follow my IG if you want to see the time lapses) and get pictures, then it went a bit insane and shrouded the world in blinding straight line winds with mini vortexes swirling everywhere as it suddenly raced towards a populated city (airdrie). I was legit concerned about this guy hurting people but it passed just south of airdrie and never did throw. Still, a majestic prairie monster giving thrills and copious hail--which somehow, again, I avoided. 

[thisherelight]

can’t tell you how happy i was when the first real storm of the year bubbled up right above my favourite loam pile. it’s the little things.. 

[thisherelight]

this is what i live for. 

[thisherelight]

a few people (usually at gas stations, noting my hail destroyed car) have asked, “why do you storm chase” and the only good answer I have is “why don’t you?” 

it’s true I’m not a classical storm chaser. I tend to entirely different areas of the storm than most do (the part that still has some light if possible) and really, I’m a photographer chasing a photo more than a storm chaser but I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to scream across the prairie after some monster so big and alive you can hardly take it all in (even at 15mm). the complexity, drama, violence and power make almost anything possible. I’ve seen things that took my breath away, and cowered in my car praying my glass would hold and that nothing terribly nasty was living in that shroud of rain that pinned me to where I was. 

I’ve wasted entire days on hope. 

I hope that storm can organize itself despite all the science saying it can’t. I hope I can get to this spot on the map before it does. I hope the light holds. or the road hasn’t heaved too bad this winter. 

every year i commit myself to only chase the big bad boys that have structure, and form, and the rare magic of a fully formed super cell and every year I find myself rolling across the gravel roads after some pulse storm that maybe, just maybe has something pretty in it. 

so entering year three of really learning and chasing more seriously my answer would be, why aren’t you out there, living and dying with the gust fronts and hail cores and living creatures sucking up the prairie moist. really. why?

[orbette]

Skullwand

[orbette]

[daisyjm75]

Sitting on my deck watching a wicked sunset and storm blow in - taken 15mins apart