We had a massive thunderstorm around 3 this morning: crashing thunder, torrential rain, and lightning that was nearly constant for an hour, almost like a strobe light on the walls of my bedroom. This morning everything looks washed clean: the sky is the bluest of blues and the trees all vibrant in their greenness.
Bill Brandt. Warren Ellis posted this somewhere.
My beloved is in Prague right now and the evidence suggests that it is hard to take a bad photo there.