When I lived in Washington D.C. I remember hearing a youth gospel choir sing a beautifully haunting song that has stayed with me all these years. A few weeks ago I came home to find this incredible storm directly above my home. And, of course, I had to photograph it.
The song was called: “The Storm is Passing Over”

“Take courage, my soul, and let us journey on,
For tho’ the night is dark it won’t be last very long.
Thanks be to God, the morning light appears,
And the storm is passing over, Hallelujah!

Billows rolling high, and thunder shakes the ground,
The lightning’s flash and tempest all around,
But Jesus walks the sea and calms the angry waves,
And the storm is passing over, Hallelujah!

The stars have disappeared, and distant lights are dim,
My soul is filled with fears, the seas are breaking in.
I hear the Master cry, “Be not afraid, ’tis I,”
And the storm will soon be over, Hallelujah!

Soon we all shall reach the distant shining shore,
Free from all the storms we’ll rest forevermore.
Safe within the veil, we’ll furl the riven sail,
And the storms will all be over, Hallelujah!”
— Charles Albert Tindley

I found out later that Charles Albert Tindley was from Maryland. He was born in Berlin, Maryland, July 7, 1851, the son of a former slave.

I have not recorded these lyrics exactly as they published, rather this is as I remember them. So a few of the words are different. Possibly that’s just an artistic choice of the choir director I heard all those years ago. Whatever the case, watching storms often brings this song to mind. And that was especially true on this day. So I thought I would share his song with a few images.

Detail shot of the dramatic clouds within a storm over Whitefish Montana. This photo almost appears black and white, even though it was photographed in full color.
A lone gull flies in the in-between of a stormy sky over Whitefish, Montana. The strange clouds created a dramatic play between the light and the dark.
In the center of a storm there appeared a nearly perfect circle that I thought looked like a window, or a threshold between heaven and earth.
This is the widest view of the sky I took this day trying to keep the distraction of trees and houses out of the image. This is nearly looking straight up at a dramatic, stormy sky over Whitefish, Montana.