I can tell you have planned this out more like a painting
although is that not what photography is in this day and age

light is the paint and how it is turned on and off
a myriad of ways in one instant is the big picture

as a sequence:

the first figure is wild and tribal, entering like a shard of fury
almost emulating or even in synchrony with the storm itself

you now have reason to look close and you need to do so,
to gather a sense of whom these figures may be, the same?

(maybe a larger resolution option)

next a firm footing in the scene now, but if you are looking close you may notice not a casual step with one hand taming hair

you then could imagine a twirl of a jaunty skylarking between instances; I like how the motion blur is more like a painters device than caused of the restrictions of the mechanical sensory:

it feels more organic this way and doesn't present as an abberation "A deviation from the proper or expected course"

and the final instance of a body in motion, suspended in a peculiar state of both balance and unbalance

the post guides your eyes to think of a bolt and her hand semblances to be lead by lightning, she is central to the composition being a whole in that instant makes the moment

in the way that she could curl up here with this same smoothed blur offered to you, spin into a super-massive minuscule vortex

and within the blink, be riding light shards to some sidereal reality OR back from whence became nascent from, for this capture-craft moment

now I indulge one of my own ideas in reciprocation
presented here the stimulus to contextualize, cumulate and conflu(e)x

postlude:

perceive there are, sub-species of human, it merely a genus of a subspecies in itself and one set of this sub-species is a surname; yes both profound and crystal clear

alike my enjoyment of the stormy, clouds have species such as cumulonimbus, then even subspecies of such a science born philosophical (love of language) precision

and so conceive, there are species of people, some rare and fragile; strong and brave there are parities, affinities, portions and predispositions of creature

just how a storm is given a name think of a storm as one, this storm lingering now to you here

how it is a traveller and smile, when you do, funny that it is never the same thing and not always a storm while it always is one in mind

a person in mind a friend, let them be
and emulated here in these occurrence

this girl is a storm, at the same time

not the same even between frames, steps or points of motion

collapse this conceptual thought into one plane
as the cloud ripples out over the plains discrepantly

tickled by textures and tears by condensed feelings over peaks

there is life here
although
existing
instants


.QBoy