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I’m getting wet. Very wet.
The clouds have been rolling in for a while, gradually turning the sky into a dark mess of portentous swirls.
I’ve been watching them, expecting this moment. But, still, when the rain finally hits, it happens so suddenly I am taken by surprise.
That’s why I’m wet. But why am I very wet?
Well, that’s because there’s no shelter nearby. Out on the rocks, on the coast of the small Swedish island of Käringön, there are no trees.
It’s at least a hundred metres to any kind of shelter – probably further – and to make it that distance I need to scramble over the boulders and across the large cracks.
And, you know what, I’m not sure I even want to go in search of somewhere dry.
Despite the cracks of thunder booming overhead, the crescendo as the rain bangs down onto the ground, and the wind rushing around me, things are calm.
I’ve been tired exploring Käringön. This beautiful little island is a holiday destination for local Swedes but there are very few hotels.
Much of the land is covered by houses and most visitors rent these to stay for a few days or a week with their family and friends.
I’m here alone and, although I’m only exploring for an afternoon – getting a boat over after lunch, it feels lonely not being a part of one of these social groups.
The rain has brought a reenergising power with it down from the heavens.
Perhaps it’s a physical reaction I’m having – like when a cold shower shakes you into the day. But I think it’s also the colours and shapes that have formed on the canvas of landscape surrounding me.
The sky is so striking, the puddles forming everywhere resemble a house of mirrors, the rocks glisten and plants reach out for hydration.
Electricity is in the air but it’s more than just the lightning. It crackles through me and brings a mental clarity.
And so I let myself soak – even shiver a bit. I look around, I take it all in, and there’s a reassuring beauty in what I can now see so clearly.
The storm brought darkness to the island but light to my visions.
With my camera I capture the moments the clouds form, the onset of the rain, and the aftermath as the crispness hangs in the air.
I hope these photos show you what I see in these moments. The calm during the storm.
Time Travel Turtle was a guest of the West Sweden Tourist Board but the opinions, over-written descriptions and bad jokes are his own.