Ephemeral

I got home from work today and fired up the stereo, cracked open a beer, and, for reasons which are not entirely clear, decided to wander into the bedroom to open the drapes and look out the window. 

And then I quick grabbed my camera, headed outside, and got rained on.

Because I saw this.

My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd cuss kick the dust, sayin' son it's way to dry
It clouds up in the city, the weather man complains
But where I come from, rain is a good thing

Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky

I hopped in my car and drove maybe 100 meters, to the first intersection. Across from my condo development is a farm, with this small stand of apple trees. I jumped out of the car and ran into the field and started shooting. I had a 10 - 22 mm lens, and was thus able to capture the entire arc.

I kept shooting and managed to capture all of seven images. And then it was gone.

Rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing, rain is a good thing

The first of the seven was taken at 6:08. The last at 6:11. Three minutes. It wasn't raining when I walked in my front door, at maybe quarter to six. Ephemeral indeed.

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Lyrics are form the song, Rain is A Good Thing, by Luke Bryan. Used without permission.

I first heard this song this morning at work. On my desk when I arrived was an iPhone, headphones attached, with a post it note, "play me". So I did. And it made me smile.

My friend Angie has been trying for years to make me appreciate the sledgehammer beauty of country music. I won't say how many years 'cause then she'd get made at me for pointing out, however inadvertently, how old she is. Usually she makes me CDs of county tunes, but this one, she said, couldn't wait. I just had to hear it now.

I don't think she really likes this stuff. I think she's just getting back at me for taking her to that Steve Reich concert all those years ago. Clapping Music set her off methinks.