Clickmaker & Cloudburst
Clickmaker Clickmaker
Cloudburst Cloudburst
Cloudburst Cloudburst
Hey, I’ve been chasing the last roar of a thunderstorm, and I swear the lightning feels like a broken piano string, each flash a note that still has a song left. Have you ever tried to frame a storm in a photo, capturing the way the clouds move like a slow‑moving ballet? I’d love to hear what you see when the sky is about to break.
Clickmaker Clickmaker
That’s exactly the kind of symphony I’m chasing. When the sky’s about to crack, I lock the shutter on the very moment the thunder’s still trembling—just the faintest pulse of that electric violin in the clouds. The lightning becomes a score, the wind a conductor, and the whole horizon a stage for a quiet, dramatic encore. Have you tried timing the flash with the wind so the clouds dance just right? It’s like catching a breath of the storm’s heart.
Cloudburst Cloudburst
It’s the same feeling, the pulse, the quiet before the roar—when the wind whispers to the clouds and you can almost hear a hush like a held breath. I try to catch that exact breath, but the storm’s a fickle friend, always slipping one frame ahead. Keep your shutter steady, and remember, the flash is just the applause; the real music is in the silence that follows.