Forecasts and Faith

Difficult to put faith in forecasts... Hoping against hope while glancing skyward into the pre-dawn darkness and finding layers of clouds... Often best to walk without expectation, easier to stay open to the unfolding moments often shied away from...

The slow build of wild winds bringing flight to unbalanced steps, an advancing dark wall of grey with swords of sunlight stabbing through the rushing twisting waves of cloud - bits of brilliant splintered light strafed across distant ridge lines. Light finding darkness, darkness finding light. This dynamic intensity, a stinging hailstorm - cold hands, soaked clothes. Head into the wind and driven rain...

To the edge of the patient cloud, the silent tilting glacier. My diaphanous approach into this powerful landscape, finding incredible beauty...