Well that escalated quick......
27th November is a strange day. I was in Fortitude Valley dropping off some paperwork. We knew there were storms coming and a couple of people were out chasing. I was at work and headed to the Valley to drop of the documents, my camera goes everywhere with me ( especially during storm season)
The location I have had in my mind for a while now, Its not an ideal spot because its a "one shot wonder" spot, I like to shoot in locations that allow me to keep moving, this is NOT one of those. You shoot and you wait for it go over - chase over
So on Thursday I basically threw my paperwork through the door, and drove back to the Valley a little bit excited, mother nature was going to play ball. I just made it, jagged a parking spot against the rock wall grabbed my camera and ran out the door. I took a series of pano shots, ran down a little further and repeated about 4 times. There were a few folks there with Iphones and we all were in awe.
She was beautiful, dark with lovely structure.....Ok snap back to reality, its time to run.......
Up that hill to the car. I don't run, I am unfit, I have asthma... and I am lazy. This storm picked up pace reeeeeallly quick. I mean real quick. I am strapping it up this hill, and I look down at the river, I see while crests in the water, and I thought "is that hail?????? no way, it can;t be, its huge" ... run faster Jodie and don't look. You know when you have those dreams when you are trying to run but your feet don;t mover? I was living the dream, its like my legs were stuck. I could not run fast enough and when I made it to the car I was hyperventilating. I couldn't get my breath as hard as I tried to slow things down, I tried to find a ventolin and couldn't.
That's when the wind hit. I saw two girls walking home from work get pushed into the fence, palm trees were being bent nearly sideways, I make it to Brunswick st and check the radar. It has the biggest black 'bean' shaped marker heading towards me.... and there is NO WAY I am getting on that bridge. I head to the IGA carpark, I still have trouble breathing from running up that bloody hill and cant find my ventolin.
I make to to the bakery in the courtyard, get out of the car, grab a drink and then I hear the first 'chink' sounds... its hail its big and its hitting my car. I watch it get bigger and remember my camera on the front seat. The hail gets bigger and I run to the car and get belted a few times to grab my precious.
The longest 4 minutes of my life I think, and a bit of a game changer photography wise. I published a shot on twitter, Courier Mail contacted me at work asking for a portrait shot for a full page issue, channel 7 felt it was in their rights to not pay anything and rip photos off my page and my youtube. ( well done guys - said no one ever!)
Race back to the bakery and watch my car get destroyed.
The EXIF data showed I took photos for 4 minutes... time seemed to stop. They say that when you are in situations where you are in 'fear' that your perception of time becomes distorted. This was certainly the case... and you can see why.