Sunday, January 20, 2008
Cloudstreet.
Everyone loves a good storm shot, me included, but when we lived on the bay one of my mates instilled a greater appreciation of storm photos into me, . He done this, by sheer enthusiasm, every time a storm came over, he scrambled for his camera and sprinted down to the water, and I mean sprinted!. This coming from the biggest sloth, lounge lying siesta havin person I know, he doesn't move fast for nothin. But when those big arse storms came up from the south over the National Park, he moved like grease lightning!. So when I saw these amazing photos from Jim Reed, a native of Wichita, Kansas (home sweet home Carolyn), I thought that the easiest way to show him was to put them up here.
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There may be witches there, but technically still, its Wichita... nothing like racing a storm across the prairie or being woken up and dragged into the basement in the middle of the night by your paranoid mother because of an impending tornado.
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