When cumulus clouds start massing together in huge swirling uprisings the air fills with static electricity; a storm is on the wing. The clouds are so white causing our pupils to narrow so much that the sky behind becomes blue black in anticipation of the dark storm which will inevitably follow.
Taken on Nikon 850, 50mm lens, ASA 100
650 x 510mm
Printed on Hahnemuhle Paper
