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—the sky is a shade of dark that doesn't care what time it is, for the madness of mother nature is set to be unleashed. there is a depth to the black in her clouds and like believers in church bending the knee, brake lights illuminate the highway, the glowing red dimmed by a sudden onslaught of heavy rain, whipping sideways—

some fragments will fit in no intentional whole; their edges are distinct enough to be noticed, but the meaning abstract and subjective. perhaps, at some point their collection will create something more complete.

I have driven through four thunderstorms where I can distinctly recall knowing i could die with any mistake, or by any misfortune. each their own personal circumstance but, a slight few events that account for a small observation on the terrifying overall force of nature.

this series is an ongoing visual account of miscellaneous observations along the way, the interactions which at some point can seem like such a personally powerful moment but in truth was an observed circumstance that has no great meaning or consequence.