Kansas has two things that have always amazed me (besides my beautiful wife, of course): Sunsets, and storms. The weather can change in moments, bringing in some violent storms, and you can watch them build from a distance. We have had quite the turbulent spring, and with the seasons changing into summer, storms have begun brewing in earnest. Don’t get me wrong; after last year’s drought, I’m not complaining for the rain at all. I love a good storm. But I’m also very happy to watch them build in other places and not impact my home. This storm was brewing towards Kansas City a couple of days ago, and I thought this made for an interesting shot. I hope you enjoy!
Storm’s a Brewing
I must have had something this winter that really made me not want to take a lot of pictures. Maybe it was the cold, maybe the new job, maybe just winter blues. Needless to say, with things greening up and on a warming trend, I have gotten the shutter bug something fierce now. This is a photo I took just in western Kansas, just off the road where we were driving. The ramshackle shed, windmill, and falling fence really stood out to me. Being a farmer/rancher is a way of life, and a tough one at that. Not living in a rural setting really gives me the chance to reflect on things, and gives me a new respect for those who choose that way of life in order to sustain their families. This area really made me wonder what the story was behind the place. But it really struck me. Feel free to share your thoughts. It seems even more lonely, now that I am seeing it in Black and White.
I’m a big fan of details. Sure, the overall is beautiful too, but everybody sees that. Not everyone sees the details that go into making the whole. I find the details amazing, the textures, the way the surface changes over time. This wrought iron fence post stood out to me. Painted black, it stood out against the background begging me to come closer and look. The texture of the paint on the surface, the lines where it had flecked off some years ago and been touched up, the bolts holding it together. Everything screamed at me to look closely. Standing back, the fence was there and rather intricate, but overall just a fence. Up close, it’s almost like being on another planet.