Storm On the Run
A storm building to the west
The storm moves closer as the clouds billow.
Now the storm is very close. I want to keep shooting but am getting just a trival uneasy.
I move a few miles southeast to stay ahead of the storm’s leading edge which is clearly delineated.
Time to move again. This time, I’m more interested in finding shelter than in taking more photographs. I park on the narrowest part of a dirt road where towering pines abut the side of the road and provide shelter.
The storm is a disappointment; just wind and a few grumbles of thunder. I decide to drive south to Stolte Road in the Fish Lake State Wildlife Area to see what I could see from there.
Now, from Stolte Road, I can see the back edge of the storm. Just in time, it is exposing the setting sun.
For just a few minutes, while the sun shines from between the back edge of the storm and the horizon, it casts a golden light over the marsh and a copse of birch trees.
The storm has moved off to the east. It is after sundown. It is calm, and the remaining light in the sky is reflected in the quiet water of Dueholm Flowage.