The rain falls. It stops. It starts. It stops. It starts. You know how it is.
Maybe not. For instance, if you live in California you declare a state holiday when two drops of rain fall. I’m not making light of that. It’s serious. Or, if you live in Western desert states. Here, summer is the rainy season. Like most subtropical places. You get used to it. You keep an umbrella in the car. You keep another one in the house. Maybe one in your office. Or, wherever you work. Like that.
For me, that also means I take a lot of rain-oriented pictures. Especially right about now. I change how I focus. I change the background scene. I find better stuff in which to stand in front. But, I do what I can to photograph rain. Sometimes, it’s about wet pavement. Or, reflections. Sometimes, it’s in the details. Like the devil.
This picture. You know me. From the front seat. Either from the driver’s side. Or, the passenger’s side. Some people say that I’m “driven to take pictures.” They don’t know how true that is… sometimes.