Mother Nature put on a creep show today. What a moody day what with the intense hanging fog, bursts of rain and spectacular lightning display tonight. I started the day with a leisurely drive down Rt. 7 en route to a story about goats (unrelated) only to discover this pack of turkey vultures perched high atop a tree drying their wings between storms. Channeling my inner bird lady, I quickly turned my car around and found a place to pull over to shoot. At first I thought they weren’t real. I thought the guy, Steve Larrabee, that created the Flying Monkeys of Burlington (locals, you know what I’m talking about) perhaps created vulture statues before his recent passing. These guys were the real thing and with them came such a creepy, quiet calm. Not a sound, just the occasional flap of a wing. What were they waiting for? Why there? They’re onto something…
The fog creeps. Charlotte, Vermont.
Down came the rain. As soon as a thunderstorm starts a small part of me hopes the power will go out, we’ll light the candles and play Old Maid. That’s how it went when I was a kid. Tonight we ditched the TV, turned off the lights and watched the storm illuminate the sky. Simple pleasures. I sat for well over an hour just watching the lightning and snapping photos. I’ve never really had the patience to hunt for lightning. It’s tough. For the first time in a long time we have a long ranging view out into the fields and countryside. We can finally see these sweeping lightning storms that we’ve been missing behind other buildings and houses for the past few years. Click. Click. Click. I didn’t grab many frames I was happy with but this one was a favorite before the storm died down.
Once the storm passed I fired off two more frames while spinning my flashlight. Light painting. Ended up being a great night spent in the dark. Who knew.