Stuck at Home: Rainy Days

The house vibrated to the sound of thunder rolling into the distance. Wind came and went, throwing leaves against each other in a violent clash of poetic beauty. Against this all, rain started to drop more steadily. I could barely muster enough energy to open my eyes to check the clock. It was only 1:30 in the morning. Still dark, the kids came into our bedroom seeking comfort from the noise.

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Mornings are for Daddy. The family sleeps until at least 7am while my body doesn’t allow me to lay around much past 5. Today, I was up at 4:15. This is my time to either relax or get productive.

This type of weather always serves as inspiration for me. It’s when I feel the most creative and drive to get behind the camera. But since we have kid things going on all day, I need to make the most out of being at home. Majorly, that means I setup the 600mm and tripod on my deck and watch song birds dart in and out of the woods.

This, more or less, pacifies my urge to get out and adventure. Because if I had it my way, I would let the rain fall on my head while slowly walking through the woods. I don’t even need to take photos. Just being out in the wilderness, listening to the leaves in the wind and rain, is all that I really need.

For now, I’m standing out of the sliding door. My body in the dry and the lens taking drops across the top. Blue Jays are calling their metallic screams in the distance while American Robins and Wrens chirp close by. A mourning dove sits on the tip of the kid’s playground. Enduring the rain. Watching me watch it.

I could stand like this forever.