Early this morning, I was roused from slumber by a gentle shake on the shoulder from my wife. “Look out the window,” she said. “You need to see this.”

I got up, shambled to the window and peered out. A blanket of gray lay upon the scene before me, which looked eerie in the darkness of the early morning. Tropical storm Santi had arrived, its clouds diffusing the light and its winds shrieking overhead. Heavy weather fan that I am, I immediately set my camera up to take time lapse photos of the typhoon.

If I lived in Kansas, I’d be chasing tornados.