2014 ended in an incredibly appropriate way for me…with a storm chase. It was only a few kilometres from home but it still counts. I saw the cumulus towers going up on the horizon, checked the weather radar and warnings and raced off to get a good position to watch it coming.
It wasn’t a very big storm, it didn’t get severe-warned and it fizzled pretty quickly.
But it still looked impressive and the chase took me back to the endless days driving across the endless plains searching for supercells in the American Midwest.
Because that’s what started all this for me. I found my passion for writing and photography and creativity on the plains, looking for storms. The swirling vortexes sucked me in, blew apart my old life and set me on a new path–into a dark forest, lit by lightning.
