Looking at light and pattern, I see a figure…

Rain comes to St. Louis in great sheets of water, coursing, flooding, running. And last night, after returning from St. Charles, a storm emerged of fabulous magnitude. Lightning. Thunder. Gales. Driving back, it ran so densely I could barely see where I was going. I even drove off the road, sort of, since I couldn’t tell where the actual street was. And I was the designated driver…

Being a storm lover, I had to be out in it. Shooting.

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Tim Girvin | St. Louis

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