When I was a child, I used to run outside and play when it was stormy and rainy. I loved thunderstorms and fierce winds. The worse, the better.
Later, as a young adult, when it stormed and rained, I was worried that my suit or my lawyer’s files would get wet. I sought shelter in a café, hoping that I had enough of a newspaper or a book with me to pass the time it would take the storm to move on.
When, two years ago, I first lived by the sea, I got excited about storms and the waves they caused, not least because they were beautiful to photograph.
Now that I live in Sicily, when it is stormy weather, I think of the poor refugees in their boats and I hope that they will survive their journey.
(The photos were taken in Rometta Marea in Sicily on 16 October 2013. – Diesen Artikel gibt es auch auf Deutsch.)