"Oh this looks like a good place to set up a metal tripod," I said.
Posting a flashback to the one and only time I photographed lightning. Twelve years ago, a group of us set out to shoot wind turbines in Rio Vista. And lucky us, we ran into one of those exceedingly rare, twice a year, Bay Area thunderstorms.
Rare. And sparse. There were maybe only six lightning strikes that night, over the course of one hour. And me, not having a lightning shutter trigger and no way to predict if, when, or where something would strike, did the only thing possible: I stood in a roadway, pointed the camera down the road, waited there patiently, and took 40 one-minute exposures using a wide angle lens. I got lucky. Something happened.
I follow enough storm chasers to know this is lame. But I was happy. I did not get hit by either lightning or a car.
