On a June evening in St. Petersburg, Florida, a nasty black thunderstorm was moving in from the east as the sun was setting in the west behind a tropical horizon, setting up this truly dynamic interplay of calm and storm. Moments before, two fishermen in a small boat near the jetty scampered for safety. Minutes later, the skies became darker than dark, and the rain storm was so violent that the undersides of patio tables were as wet as the tops.
Being a mountain person, I am entranced by tropical skies and weather. I tend to see it as beautiful while the locals deem it scary. My friends from tropical places say the same thing about a good mountain snowstorm. That’s one of the things that energizes photography, and all art as well — the collision of old eyes and new vistas. (Pricing Schedule C)