When there are storms, it’s electric. Fast-paced and frenetic, four or five cameras trained through the windshield of his car to catch the lightning, the rain, the funnels, whatever’s chucked out of the clouds and sent down to wallop terra firma. When you’re out there, Jesse says, chasing the storms, maintaining a semblance of order is just about all you can hope to do—much less take more than a second to really enjoy what you’re looking at. But this? This is different. This is sunrise en route to the Boxley Valley, a mile or so south of the Newton County Fairgrounds. This is fog rolling in like carpet, the long billow of vapor after rains the night before. This? This is calm after the storm.