At night, during a violent storm in Venice, I decide to leave my room and take a walk along the canals. Instantly, my camera, held out at arm's length, turns towards the ripples in the water, the fantastic and ever-changing whirlpools on the water's surface. The storm intensifies, the city is almost deserted, with only a few lost souls wandering, unsure where to find refuge. I am fascinated by the power of the storm, though a little worried that the umbrella I’m using for shelter might conduct the lightning surrounding me.