There is a charm that can only be captured on a rainy day and a mood particular to that atmosphere of chilly raindrops, umbrellas and leaves blowing in the wind that I always long to photograph. It’s visual poetry that turns gloom into romance and magnifies the bit of light the day has against the dark background. I wouldn’t hide my camera from the rain, no, I would always choose to join it.
Sometimes life invites us into a brief interlude between the folds of time. There we see beyond the obvious, we feel more deeply and we re-evaluate our lives and where our importances lie. The past month has been just such a life changing happening and as I emerge trying to find the end of a thread I let go of, I find that a whole new selection of threads present themselves to me. I pray that I may choose wisely where to get back on the train we call destiny.
Photographs taken during the past month in Germany, Lebanon and China
Rain, clouds, wind, cold, grey… the last few days of summer in Germany. Amazing what an influence a storm has on the moods of people and how clouds can reflect in the faces of humans. But for a photographer, clouds are a wonder, a moving painting of texture, a theater of light and shadow.
It is amazing the amount of influence the sun has on our emotions. Everything glows in the sun, the water twinkles, the trees are brighter, the flowers are more colorful and the faces of people are painted with smiles. And it makes sense. It is a huge burning star that supports us, that gives us warmth, light, a sense of security when we know that no matter what, it will be coming around every day like a clock. And when the clouds hide our view of it, we are clouded by a sense of melancholy until the great fireball comes back and burns the blankets of gloom away. Today the sun was shining after too many days of constant rain in Shanghai, so we all smiled 🙂