Bruise Blue and Acid Green

I love the drama of stormy spring skies

The strong wind was whipping the clouds along at a rate of knots, the light, changing so fast that the moments were hard to capture, I had to be quick off the mark, which meant I abandoned the family to their own devices yet again, Mr Uhdd was expecting me to cut his hair when I dashed to take these shots (he should be grateful I wasn’t half way through the job.)