A huge storm rolled, and I mean rolled ( see pic 1), into Toronto yesterday at around 7 in the pm. So of coarse, my first thought is ” lets go up to out metal roof and take some pictures”. That is most likely the worst place possible, as we are the highest an metalist place around. Once the wind started blowing, and almost ripped our door off, we decided to retreat to ground level.
The storm came and went in a matter about a half hour or so leaving everyone amazed and wet. In the aftermath, again, up to the roof, but this time with reinforcements. The sky was amazing. To the west, a fire of sun. To the east, the dark cloud of death.
Running from roof top to roof top, I managed to get several shots of what had just happened.