The service lady in the white jeep with the flashing lights pulled up slowly as I approached, a look of tired resignation on her face as she rolled down the wet window. Apparently she was expecting attitude and had had her fill already.
“Parks closing, please turn around and leave now.”
I smiled, “sounds good.”
If my happy compliance surprised her it didn’t show. The park closing at 6pm on Sundays was news to me, but also music to my ears. One of the two parking spaces on the outside of the gate was open and that was all I needed.
In my recent experience the peak is a madhouse on stormy evenings, but the limited parking outside the gate and the half-mile rainy uphill walk gave me sunny expectations of being left alone; the loud-ass car stereos cruisers and running/screaming/crying children having been locked out by the lovely annoyed lady in the white Jeep.
I did have to leave most of my crap behind, as I was now walking, but I think it turned out okay.
-Alex who occasionally likes to be left alone.
Excellent. Monsoons are not only picturesque, they can save the day too. I was in an obligatory church meeting last night that had been going on for way too long, lightning flashed, lights and power go out, church meeting over. Best timed lightning strike since Marty needed 1.21 jigawatts!
Great Scott!
Better timing would have been before the meeting started.
Haha.
At a glance that first pic is “On location for Dante’s Peak 2”
Ah, Linda Hamilton. She will always be my Sarah Connor.
Breath taking photos! Your techniques in lighting give your photographs a surreal quality; dream-like. I’m no photographer, but I know awesome when I see it! Amazing subject made magical by Alex.