Wicked RaysA photo of a wicked tree with sunlight piercing storm clouds in the background over the mountains. Wicked RaysA black and white long exposure of this wicked tree.
I originally drove up the mountains to get some lightning shots of the approaching storms. Though I could not resist taking a photo of this old wicked tree while I watched the lighting off in the distance. Yes, I have photographed this tree before during a sunset/twilight hours last winter but I was drawn to it with the multiple beams of light piercing through the storm clouds. I simply couldn't pass it up the opportunity to take a dramatic photo of the storm clouds approaching the mountain top.
Though I wanted to stay up on the mountain, I started to drive down when I heard thunder from behind me. I do this cause it is not the wisest move to be on one of Virginia's highest peaks in a thunderstorm. As I approached the bottom before entering woods, I asked the lord if he wanted me to stay up here or head over to the Mt. Rogers Recreational Area. His response, a massive bolt of lighting on the top of a nearby mountain with a loud clash of thunder. I replied "Alright" and began to drive to get a photo of Mt. Rogers hoping it would also be a dramatic shot and maybe, just maybe catch another lightning bold over the summit like I did a couple years ago. When I arrived how ever, it was heavy rain and I popped off a few shots before returning to my car to wait for the rain to let up.
A mini pulled in and a woman exited the vehicle asking where riders got dropped off at from the shuttles out of Damascus. I instantly knew she was talking about Whitetop Station on the Virginia Creeper Trail. They had lost their way going to pick up their troop, I tried to explain how to get there but I seen confusion on their faces from my poor ability to give directions. "I can take you there if you want me to?" I asked forgetting about the mountain knowing I would not have enough time to make it back to shoot before the light was gone. It was in my head that this is why the Lord wanted me off the mountain, to lead these folks to the station. As we arrived, I was going to wave and head on back down out of the mountains but I was told to wait. The woman came over to shake my hand, as we shook hands, she had slipped money into it, I'm not sure how much it was nor do I care, I told them "No, it's okay." They thanked me and I said "You're welcome", I drove off feeling pretty good. Though this is not an amazing or the best story, it is a simple story of how we should treat each other. Help somebody, anybody and not have it benefit you in anyway, make the day a good day for somebody.