Down the Road

Photographs and stories by Jim Grey

Since 2007

Tag: storms

  • single frame: Derecho

    A photo of the interesting light as a derecho storm rolled in.

  • Captured: 8th and Maple

    I’m consistently surprised by what does and doesn’t work on this blog. I’ll pour my heart into a post and when it goes live, crickets: few views, few comments. Other times I’ll dash off something quickly, something I don’t really care about, just to feed this beast — and it will take off. My three most-viewed posts…

  • What the ice storm could have taught me about myself

    What a great day, walking through the park with my camera after the ice storm! It was 1990. I was 23 and didn’t know myself yet. Who does at 23? College was about a year behind me; I had gone to work. Trying to figure out what it meant to be an adult, I mimicked what I saw growing…

  • Photographs from an Indiana snowstorm

    A foot of snow fell. Then the temperatures plunged well below zero. That was enough to shut Indiana down. Just before the cold arrived, but not before the snow stopped, I went out to clear my driveway. The dense, heavy snow weighed everything down. Tree branches touched the ground, the same ones that clear my…

  • Separated

    I first shared this in 2008. It describes a scene from my childhood, of me walking up the hill my family lived on during a very bad storm. Thanks to the family I mention in the story, I now have a 1972 photograph of that scene in fairer weather. It was taken from that family’s…

  • Separated

    When I was 5 or 6, I was at a neighbor’s house a few doors down when a bad storm blew in. My friend’s mother sent me right home. I made it down the path to the sidewalk when the wind started to blow hard against me pushing me down the hill and away from my…

  • Storm damage

    Jesus said to the Two Listeners: Turn out all thoughts of doubt and of trouble. Never tolerate them for one second. Bar the windows and doors of your souls against them as you would bar your home against a thief who would steal in to take your treasures. What greater treasures can you have than…

  • Blizzard of ’78

    Thirty years ago yesterday the TV weatherman warned of a coming blizzard. By afternoon thirty years ago today, I sat in school watching a wall of white through the window as the storm moved in. School let out early. I leaned hard against the wicked cold winds, stinging snow against my face, as I walked the…