When I was a kid, I lived in Moscow, ID – my parents taught at the University of Idaho. From any window in our house, we could see the Rocky Mountains in the distance – and they became a symbol of home for me. When I was very small, I believed that the Rockies were so named because they rocked back and forth like my mother’s rocking chair. I had never seen them move – but it didn’t seem impossible. (I also believed that the Snake River was named for a giant snake that lived in the middle – I even saw it once… though it was really just a very strong current that twisted like a serpent at a bend in the river.) It wasn’t until I was seven or so that I realized that the Rockies were… well… rocky. Hence the signs along every mountain roadside that read – “Watch for Falling Rocks.”
And so, I am a lover of mountains – and also a lover of afternoon thunderstorms. So, this shot makes me happy. I took this shot in the Colorado Rockies near Aspen. A thunderstorm was rolling in, and I wanted to capture the drama of shadow and light on the clouds, and the juxtaposition of lofty mountain and heavy sky. I used Nik Silver Efex Pro 2 to convert the image the black and white.