I recently commenced a photography course - something I have been pondering doing for a long time and am thoroughly enjoying. This week we were learning all about light. So with my pen poised I listened intently and took instruction on how to take that amazing storm shot with the lightening touching the ground in a perfect zig zag. It came up in conversation that my dear husband is a meteorologist who is waiting patiently for me to deliver a photo that would impress him... to which my tutor said.. "well you need to get into his head to take that perfect shot"!!
Easier said than done. How on earth does one who does not quite share the "passion" for weather do that? What makes a meteorologist and why am I not one?
As we approach the end of our school days we make decisions that impact the rest of our lives, such as what profession we will choose. I personally believe that rather than choose a profession myself I have taken a path that has led me to something that I enjoy and draws on my key skills and interests. My husband, on the other hand, studied for many years in his chosen field and every day is totally enthralled in wind and rain and clouds which are themselves the wonders of the weather. I did read somewhere that those who enter the profession of meteorology rarely leave... and having observed first hand the absolute passion that these people have for their jobs I can see why.
Having married into meteorology, it does have its advantages. I know when to put the washing out and bring it in. I get up to the minute weather reports in the morning to assist with dressing. I (almost) never get wet when out for a walk (Sandy point excluded), we know when to water the garden and often get to enjoy out of season snow trips.
I am now observing though my own son starting to develop some of his fathers "nutty weather" characteristics which does lead me to wonder if weather is in the genes and if so, do meteorologists actually breed children with such a passion that they follow in their parents footsteps. I don't exactly see Ashley showing any interest at all in what I do for a profession. Yet he engages daily in conversation with his father about what the weather was like and makes strange comments out of the blue such as "weather is good mum".
My son loves rain and snow. Storms are becoming a little more scary but that said, on occasions I have collected him from creche on a stormy day when all other children are shaking and he is staring out the window with excitement. I am not sure whether he is excited cause it is a storm or cause he can tell his dad all about it. He reports fog, rain (and whether it is big or little rain) and recently I recall him asking to watch videos of hail on U Tube many times over.
The one challenge of living with one (and maybe two family members) with such passion is that it never stops, it never goes away, and it never takes a break. I can no longer use this to engage in small talk or as a conversation starter as the discussion flows to a much deeper level than my brain can cope with.
So I am not sure that I can "get into my husband's head", but that asside, with MY new passion of photography - I can assure you that the next time he says "lets go and look at that storm" - I'll be there - camera in hand.
Easier said than done. How on earth does one who does not quite share the "passion" for weather do that? What makes a meteorologist and why am I not one?
As we approach the end of our school days we make decisions that impact the rest of our lives, such as what profession we will choose. I personally believe that rather than choose a profession myself I have taken a path that has led me to something that I enjoy and draws on my key skills and interests. My husband, on the other hand, studied for many years in his chosen field and every day is totally enthralled in wind and rain and clouds which are themselves the wonders of the weather. I did read somewhere that those who enter the profession of meteorology rarely leave... and having observed first hand the absolute passion that these people have for their jobs I can see why.
Having married into meteorology, it does have its advantages. I know when to put the washing out and bring it in. I get up to the minute weather reports in the morning to assist with dressing. I (almost) never get wet when out for a walk (Sandy point excluded), we know when to water the garden and often get to enjoy out of season snow trips.
I am now observing though my own son starting to develop some of his fathers "nutty weather" characteristics which does lead me to wonder if weather is in the genes and if so, do meteorologists actually breed children with such a passion that they follow in their parents footsteps. I don't exactly see Ashley showing any interest at all in what I do for a profession. Yet he engages daily in conversation with his father about what the weather was like and makes strange comments out of the blue such as "weather is good mum".
My son loves rain and snow. Storms are becoming a little more scary but that said, on occasions I have collected him from creche on a stormy day when all other children are shaking and he is staring out the window with excitement. I am not sure whether he is excited cause it is a storm or cause he can tell his dad all about it. He reports fog, rain (and whether it is big or little rain) and recently I recall him asking to watch videos of hail on U Tube many times over.The one challenge of living with one (and maybe two family members) with such passion is that it never stops, it never goes away, and it never takes a break. I can no longer use this to engage in small talk or as a conversation starter as the discussion flows to a much deeper level than my brain can cope with.
So I am not sure that I can "get into my husband's head", but that asside, with MY new passion of photography - I can assure you that the next time he says "lets go and look at that storm" - I'll be there - camera in hand.
