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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I can’t remember exactly where this is – but it was either Wisconsin, Minnesota or North Dakota. The storm skies were INCREDIBLE, but there was no rain yet – just an ominous quiet, like the wind had been snuffed out by a giant hand. You could feel the HUGEness approaching. I found myself wandering through a deserted lumber yard, with massive trunks lying in piles two stories high – I know I took a ton of pictures, but this is the only one I can find.<\/p>\n
It was a haunting day. Beautiful and eerie. Eventually the storm broke, but it took forever. The whole day sort of trembled in that pre-storm tension, with clouds growing thicker and blacker, and the trees going still and quiet in the windless anticipation.<\/p>\n
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I can’t remember exactly where this is – but it was either Wisconsin, Minnesota or North Dakota. The storm skies were INCREDIBLE, but there was no rain yet – just an ominous quiet, like the wind had been snuffed out … Continue reading