At first, the tornado is nearly invisible. Against the sky, it's white on white.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
There is a safe spot within every tornado. My job is to find it.
I've never seen a tornado and I've lived in Oklahoma City basically my whole life. It's not like we're infested with them on a continual basis. But you learn to live with the warnings. And you learn what to do if one is coming your way. And then you cross your fingers and make the best judgments you can.
How are things visible? Can you see an egg against a white background? Not by drawing a line around it can you make it evident.
We've lost control of this planet somewhere. There's an echo in that kind of tornado situation, where you're powerless facing those phenomena.
Today, the technology is there to give early and normally ample warning when a powerful tornado approaches. When a tornado strikes, all of us are at risk.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
When through the power of sight we see white, that which comes about in the soul through the act of seeing is a modification. And on the basis of this modification, we are able to say that the white which is affecting us exists.
When the shot is afterwards subjected to white light, colour appears because of selective reflection.
Black and white is abstract; color is not. Looking at a black and white photograph, you are already looking at a strange world.
In the eye of the tornado, there's no more high and low, no floor and sky.