Three Shots of a Storm

A few years back, I spent a decade writing and performing as a musician. While I experimented with a variety of instruments - keys, guitar, mandolin, banjo - my instrument of choice was bass. Bass is the glue between drums, rhythm and melody. 

One of the things that I miss about that life as a hippie bass player is that I was living in the south. Worlds apart in culture from Boston. In some ways more laced up and in other ways more relaxed.

Another thing deeply missed are the summertime storms. Lots of thunderstorms in the south. Almost on a daily basis. So much drama and romance. Big, dark clouds pile up wicked and dump rain and flash lighting and pounce thunder.

Now living in the north, those thunderstorms are just a memory.

The recent weather here in Boston has strongly reminded me of those days in Georgia.

Here our apartment is perched in the West End with a sweeping view of our capital, Beacon Hill, the skyline around the Prudential and westward to Fenway and the Charles River.

Being in this unique place we get to see storms developing to the west and the roll through the city and the dissipate as the hit the shore. Once they are gone, their remnants glow as the sun is free to light up the leftovers.

Two days ago we had some beautiful storms move in. I set up my DSLR and time lapse equipment on our deck and quickly got my Moment anamorphic lens mounted to my smart phone.

The shots below were captured after the storm had done it’s business. We were in golden hour with sun quickly moving below the horizon. 

Let me know what you think!


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