We had huge storms roll through about 1 a.m. last night.
Thunder, pounding rain, and hail as big as ping pong balls in a near by town.
I really don’t like big storms.
The run-of-the-mill thunderstorms are fun, but when the wind gets upwards of 60mph, then I start listening for the
sounds of freight trains.
I cuddled up next to David, planning on what I would grab to take into the closet with me if a tornado did hit us.
Of course, I’d grab the kids . . .
maybe the dog.
Our pear tree started blossoming today!
Oh, I was so, so happy to see the little white flowers begin to cover the branches.
And so, so happy that they decided to wait until today to make their debut.
They wouldn’t have made it through those winds last night.
I realized while on my run this morning, that running and photography are rather similar in that you can’t rush things.
You have to be patient as you begin to run, not setting off too fast because if you do, then you won’t have any
energy to climb that big hill or complete those miles you set yourself.
Photography is the same.
You have to be patient for just the right light, just the right focus, just the right angle.
If you cut corners and rush the shot, then you might miss what’s waiting to be discovered.
The thoughts that go through my head sometimes.
They leave everyone baffled.