Storm on Big Lake
Old Red Lighthouse
Klimt lake
O’Keeffe
Faraday cage
solitary lightning strike
bonus storm
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Storm Rolling in on the Big Lake
Beautiful and a bit frightening at the same time. Quiet and calm eerie shadowed horizon. Dark dark clouds. Cotton hoarde approaches from above, galloping (or are we approaching this fortification). Waves rasp with hunger cascading below. Lightning flashes top to bottom, sky to water, each ensuing thundering boom comes closer. Crashing splashes near to consume shore sands, tossing well over breakwalls. Our collective awe, attention and respect is for God, the hiding sun, the power of lightning, the vast volume of Big Lake roiling itself – take your pick. Feeling safe in our Faraday cage-like cars, because rubber tires don’t conduct electricity. We hope no one is too young, brash or drunk to walk the pier; the old red lighthouse is some long ways out in this weather. And someone will be stupid enough to think they are above nature. The water is always wise but is also angry today, or perhaps needing to remind us of its power. The rain hits the beach hard as we drive home. Tomorrow we’ll peruse the driftwood, symbolic pieces left behind for us by an artist greater than Klimt, O’Keefe or any one with a name.
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