The storm rumbled overhead as Zavier and Yves arrived in the camp. The men were all talking loudly, laughing as they prepped for the return of their leader. The older man, Ricard was the first to spot Zavier as he rode in. "My friend of olde!
-I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all -Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked
I want to get a picture of lightning. I'm never in the right place at the right time with my camera. There are very few thunderstorms in Wyoming. To capture the color purple is a millisecond rare twinkling of an eye photo.