A New Beginning on a Stormy Day

  The sun was shinning all morning and then, as if someone flipped a switch, the skies are flooded with dark gray storm clouds threatening destruction. Winds pick up, rain drops begin to fall, the storm is raging. Now if you are like me, afraid of storms, this moment, where the storm is building, is one full of racing hearts and terrifying thoughts. I’ve always been scared of storms. It used to be the thunder and the lightening that scared me, but that is no longer the case. My current fear about storms resides with it’s most powerful tool. Wind. Yet in the midst of this budding storm where do I find myself? On my deck with my camera in hand taking pictures.

    The same thing that terrifies me, and keeps me awake at night, fascinates me to no extent. Weird huh? I wonder if other people feel the same way about things that scare them, or if it’s just me. Just something for you to think about. Well work calls my name, a call that I would very much love not to answer, but unfortunately I must.