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OnFire
I never knew that sky could look like this. I have never seen such rich browns, purples, oranges, reds, pinks, all on display in a way that defied explanation and doubled the heartbeat. Twisted tubes of turbulent air, brightly colored rain bands, a mix of light and ink-dark clouds, lightning, and fierce winds. On this very special afternoon, two critical elements combined: a break at the western horizon perfectly timed at sunset plus an incredible fast moving and fast brewing storm above Page, AZ. It was forming so quickly that even mere 15 minutes before this spectacle began, I was still determined to shoot the last bite elsewhere. However, when I saw the almost black clouds forming so fast and expanding over White Pocket, I became one of those comical panting sprinting photographers who carry a baton called tripod. I ran in a Usain Bolt style to the famous resilient pine tree that saves the day when you (again) do not know what to compose directly east. Like the clouds twisted by turbulence, I twisted the famous composition to have the tree appear on fire. I was on fire as well witnessing the inferno, the gateway to hell, the unimaginable, your wildest dreams. The only one at White Pocket, I was scared looking up the menacing vortex, but I knew that I had to preserve this moment for mankind. For myself. For all of you who love nature and stand in awe before violent but beautiful weather.
OnFire
I never knew that sky could look like this. I have never seen such rich browns, purples, oranges, reds, pinks, all on display in a way that defied explanation and doubled the heartbeat. Twisted tubes of turbulent air, brightly colored rain bands, a mix of light and ink-dark clouds, lightning, and fierce winds. On this very special afternoon, two critical elements combined: a break at the western horizon perfectly timed at sunset plus an incredible fast moving and fast brewing storm above Page, AZ. It was forming so quickly that even mere 15 minutes before this spectacle began, I was still determined to shoot the last bite elsewhere. However, when I saw the almost black clouds forming so fast and expanding over White Pocket, I became one of those comical panting sprinting photographers who carry a baton called tripod. I ran in a Usain Bolt style to the famous resilient pine tree that saves the day when you (again) do not know what to compose directly east. Like the clouds twisted by turbulence, I twisted the famous composition to have the tree appear on fire. I was on fire as well witnessing the inferno, the gateway to hell, the unimaginable, your wildest dreams. The only one at White Pocket, I was scared looking up the menacing vortex, but I knew that I had to preserve this moment for mankind. For myself. For all of you who love nature and stand in awe before violent but beautiful weather.