Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Sheets of water
Cascading rain on our front porch, Sunday, July 30, 2006
After Noah's birthday party, we came back to the house to spend some quiet time before dinner. The forecast called for thunderstorms to roll in. So I checked the radar, calculated that I had between 45 minutes to an hour before the rain would begin to fall, and headed outside to start the BBQ.
Either my math was off, or the clouds accelerated, because the thunder started almost as soon as I dropped the burgers and hot dogs on the grill. It was still far off, but I cranked up the burners just in case.
I cooked like I had never cooked before, hoping that I'd be finished before the skies opened up. Angry black clouds began their march from the horizon. The thunder grew louder.
Quick aside: I'm intensely afraid of lightning storms. Standing outside with metallic cooking utensils in my hands is not exactly my ideal place to be when lightning threatens. But I had a house full of hungry folks and a little birthday boy. Finishing off the cooking in the microwave just didn't seem like a viable option.
As I was getting the last of the food off of the grill, it started to rain. Hard. I sprinted into the house and headed to our kitchen, now delightfully full of friends and family. As everyone tucked into dinner and the room filled with the banter of happy folks, I quietly ducked out, grabbed my camera and headed for the front door. The intense rain coming off of the overhang over the porch seemed almost curtain-like. I knew it wouldn't last long, so I snapped off a few quick images before rejoining the party.
Your turn: What is it about falling water that almost begs for a photograph?
One more thing: Here's a link to a picture I took long ago. Similar theme, different place. I hope you like it.