After feeling certain that death was imminent
at any moment in the past month due to my recently realized allergy to 100° + temperatures, finally we have a break in the weather. And it's about damn time. When it's over 100°, my daily routine is to get up, walk outside with the dogs, become nauseated by the humidity, and beat a hasty retreat into the house. Being forced outside -- especially if the trip involves great physical exertion like opening the mailbox, bending to pull a weed, or pushing the shutter release on the camera -- requires a full change of clothes and a 2 hour afternoon nap. Needless to say, my creativity and ambition have shriveled alongside my less hardy flowers and herbs.
In the middle of the night recently, though, I was awakened by brilliant flashes of far-off lightning, noiseless and remote. I stood in the yard in my underwear -- good evening, Mr. Daubendieck!!! -- and took long exposure shots of the lightning that was tearing up something two counties away, sweating and being needled by unseen mosquitoes. The results were interesting; this summer has been devoted to using manual lenses and manual settings and forgiving myself for technical imperfections in exchange for atmosphere. I proudly give you the resultant photos:
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