My Venetian cousins and their girlfriends were taking me to the hill-town of Asolo. On the way there, through the alpine foothills, we stopped for a quite lunch at an agrotourismo, a farm that produces the food they provide for lunch in a small restaurant on the property. After a wonderful meal we piled back in the car and headed off to our destination. Just at the bottom of the hill from the farm, we came across a field of dried corn with a roadside chapel in its midst.
I asked to stop because I felt a photograph. We all climbed out of the car and started walking down this gravel road as the afternoon clouds started to grow and thunder. I love the violent beauty of the weather along the foothills where afternoon storms are common. The glow of the clouds above the chapel was spectacular and I quickly set up the camera fully expecting it to start raining as soon as I was ready to release the shutter. The claps of thunder continued and the air smelled of moisture and ozone. A menacing combination that made my cousins uncomfortable. Trying to quiet them so I could concentrate, I said it wouldn’t rain till I was done.
I took this photograph and we rushed back to the car. The moment we were all in it started to hail.
There are times when you just know…
Photo © Marco Zecchin
Equipment Used: Wista 4×5 field camera with Tri-x processed in Pyro
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