HAD I NOT KNOWN about the storm damage earlier that evening in southwestern Minnesota, I may not have worried so much.
Had my sister not called from Waseca and advised my husband and me to “get home,” I may not have worried so much.
Had the clouds not turned dark and foreboding, looming low enough to nearly brush the earth, I may not have worried so much.
Had my friend Fritz kept quiet and not shared her tales of tornado terror, I may not have worried so much.
But Friday evening when a strong storm hit my hometown of Vesta, when my sister warned of the approaching storm, when the sky threatened and when Fritz told her stories, I worried. I cannot help myself. Storms scare me.
And here are the images, taken at a farm near Nerstrand where I was attending a party, to prove why I was concerned.
Despite my fear, I must admit that the skies held a certain ominous beauty.
Spectacular lightning—our own fireworks show—crisscrossed the sky for hours. I attempted a few lightning shots, but could never get the timing right. And when you’re scared, holding the camera still enough for a slow shutter speed doesn’t work. Rain also kept me from pulling out my Canon.
The evening ended without any severe storms in our locale, despite skies that I swore would drop a tornado at any minute.
But in my hometown, the results were different. If you haven’t read my earlier post today about the storm in Vesta, click here. My brother was stopped twice trying to get into town to check on our mom, who is OK.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling