Fair weather is pleasant and photographs like wallpaper in the bad sense. Storms are the sky with a plot: shelf clouds advancing like verdicts, light breaking through in ranked shafts, one field lit stage-bright while the next county goes under.
Every image here was taken in the minutes when it could still go either way. That suspense survives the shutter. You can feel the barometer in these frames.
People who choose storm wallpapers, we suspect, do not want calm from a screen — they want scale. Here is weather that dwarfs whatever the afternoon holds.
