Pink Rain

I found the perfect location in Brandon, Manitoba, and only had to wait for the right timing. On the first night, the sky was stunning—everything I needed for the perfect photograph. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the right equipment, and it wasn’t even nearby—it was a plane ride away. Determined, I had the gear flown out to Brandon.

Once the equipment arrived, I returned to the spot five more times. On the second night, the weather turned, and storms rolled in for several days. In the prairies, that often means tornadoes and breathtaking sunsets. While most people dread prairie tornadoes, I look forward to the stunning sunsets they bring!

By the fourth day, I stood waiting out a tornado storm cell. Soaked to the bone, I had to call it a day. With the lighting still off, I couldn’t capture the shot. That night, I returned to my hotel in Brandon drenched, like I’d been standing in a river. I regrouped and told myself I would have another chance tomorrow.

On the fifth and final day, the clouds began to break up earlier. As the setting sun began to light up the sky, a rain cloud raced overhead toward the horizon. I barely avoided getting drenched, but once the cloud passed, rain began to fall on the crops. The sunlight hit the rain, lighting up the sky in an incredible way.

It was game time. With the gear in place and the perfect spot, it all came down to the shutter. As I pressed it one last time, I knew my patience had paid off. I had captured the beauty of Manitoba in that fleeting moment.