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Storm clouds over the Trans-Canada Highway along the Lower Mainland of BC - the homestretch on this drive from Calgary to Vancouver.
I spent about a week cycling around the Faroe Islands. As I rode along the way to Saksun, I was suddenly struck by a terrible blizzard. When it finally opened up again, the whole valley showed itself in all its glory.
Beautiful light show the other evening as a storm moved through our area. Taken handheld while standing on my patio and getting eaten by hungry mosquitos.
On the evening of Jan 12, 2016 a big snow storm was moving in and finally bringing 2.5 to 3 feet of snow to the Black Forest area.
First storms of the day occurred at 4PM. Vivid lightning was very complex with multiple strokes.
Taken with iPhone 7+ in video mode.
"Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land."
~Chief Seattle~
(leader of the Suquamish and Duwamish Native American tribes)