In honor of the raging storm outside my window and the fact that I started reading A Wrinkle in Time tonight (for the hundredth time), here are some amazing photos (and some photo manips) of gorgeous lightning and thunderclouds by the talented Mathieu Degrotte.







“Wild nights are my glory,” Mrs Whatsit said. “I just got caught in a down draft and blown off course.” – Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time

I just love the colors on these. Gorgeous work. Check out more of his artwork (he is also a talented artist) and photography on his deviantart page. You can also find him on Facebook and Tumblr.

Coyote Needs a Storm.

I miss summer thunderstorms. I miss the sudden cool breeze that brings in the rolling dark clouds. I miss how the thunder starts with low rumbles deep in the chest and the wind picks up and slowly, one by one, the rain starts to fall. I miss the dark, low sky and how every green blade of grass is polarized in the sudden ambiance that takes over the world. I miss how the electricity builds in my chest as the thunder gets louder and the lightening fills the clouds with a promise of more to come. Most of all, I miss the feeling I get when a storm is in the horizon and I just feel alive.

It has rained too much for the past week but it’s nothing like a summer storm. It’s cold drizzle, mixed with hail and tiny flecks of snow that don’t stay on the ground. It’s not the frigid freezing of northern Wisconsin that we left, but the cold here is nothing less than annoying, making it uncomfortable to play outside in the wet air. So I’ve been stuck inside, staring out the window at the lonely lake with waves that Ash describes as dancing. It is beautiful, in its dreary way, but I want to run. When we were in Texas, I ran for the first time in I don’t know how long, with no asthma side effects. I want to run now and jump and just move and explore. I am feeling Coyote but I’m stuck within four walls with nothing to do but chase my tail.

And it doesn’t taste very good when I catch it. Sigh.