I love photographing in weather most people tend to call bad. Since my childhood I have looked into the opposite direction of everybody else. I have never let myself being chained to “being normal” whatever normal means. I am not influenced by fashion or the majority’s taste. To come back to the image, I am not saying I like getting soaked in rain. But I do love photographing in rain. Anything but sunshine when most images in this world have been taken is special to me. I love snowstorms, thunderstorms, sandstorms. I have lived almost a third of my life in nature, away from the comforts of civilisation, often for months at a time by myself. On many trips I slept in tents or outside on the ground because the next human habitation was a long distance, often hundreds of miles away.
The person standing in the rain in this image is me. I spent several days camping in the rain at this lake in the north of New Zealand’s South Island, waiting for the sun to break through which usually results in a sky filled with dramatic clouds. But while it was raining I still kept photographing the landscape around me. I had been alone for days and decided to express this in an image. I put my camera on a tripod, went to the end of the pier and pressed the shutter with a remote release while facing the grey, rainy landscape in front of me.