On Monday, April 13, I escaped the lingering cold weather and fluffy snow that fell during my walk with Julie and T-Bone (our best friend) the day before. We were up at 3:30 and Julie dropped me off at the Airport for my flight to Tampa, Florida. I arrived in Tampa, rented a car and picked up my great friend, Arthur Morris at the Toyota dealer where he left his Sequoia for the 90,000 mile tune-up (more on that in my next entry), to be ready for the great spring warbler chase road trip. We are spending the next two weeks driving from Tampa to Dauphin Island, Alabama, then on to Texas. We went straight to Fort DeSoto Beach, realized all of the other photographers were photographing the wind-surfers and that the strong wind was from the East. Not only do birds reliably takeoff and land into the wind, they also sit facing the wind. Not the best conditions for bird photography. We both agreed that the best place to go was a sheltered little mud flat to the right of the footbridge. Photography was fun with co-operative birds and still water until the clouds obscured what would surely have been a great sunset.
Tuesday morning, despite hearing the tornado warnings, we ventured back out and photographed until the dark clouds that had been on the horizon moved-in and the wind kicked-up to some of the strongest I've ever felt. The temperature must have dropped about 30 degrees and we both looked out onto the near horizon to see the most amazing storm clouds, a dark featureless sky on the right, with a diagonal, layered formation that was the closest thing to a tornado shape that I've ever seen. There we were, two seasoned professional nature photographers without a wide angle lens between us. We ran back to the car and grabbed short zoom lenses, ran back to the beach only to find a really dark, featureless sky. I'm leaving out the hail that Artie remembers, simply because I can't for the life of me remember feeling or seeing hail (It might have been the adrenaline that affected my memory). Regardless, we both agree that no photograph could do justice to the image of that sky that will always be imprinted in my memory.