So, I was driving home from work the other day. I do occasionally stop working and leave the studio.
Maybe I've mentioned this before? Hard to remember.
I live near a lake.
Yes? Have I ever said that?
And as I was driving home, this was my view.
It's not a bad life.
I wanted to take a proper picture, but the sun was setting quickly, and a storm was moving in.
So I did the only sensible thing.
Drove like a bat out of hell until I could pull my car over, hoping not to miss the light.
Because, I kid you not. All of these pictures were taken from the same vantage point. Straight ahead and to my left, the epitome of why people live here.
Lake Superior in August.
You can see the curve of the earth here. You can see four quadrillion gallons of fresh water.
And to my right, a thunderstorm that had spent hundreds of miles gathering warm, humid air from the plains, charging towards its final clash with the bubble of chilled atmosphere surrounding Lake Superior.
I wasn't fast enough to catch the lightning. Also, I like to try and avoid death whenever possible.
And to think in just a few short months, we'll go from this
and this:
To this
and this:
If there's one thing Lake Superior is not, it's boring.
That, and warm.