The first thing I did was try to take photos of lightning. I mostly stayed safe on the front porch of our apartment, but once we moved to the middle of nowhere, I had to come up with a new plan.
So of course when a fall lightning storm passed through, I found myself standing in the most moronic place someone can stand during a lightning storm. Yes, I stood in the middle of an open field. Something tells me the golf umbrella I carried would not have done me much good.
Near the end, the lightning was directly overhead and I could feel the ground shake from the strikes. Naturally, I thought Just one more strike and I'll go in, I promise. I did this for another half dozen strikes.
Fortunately, I survived and got some decent photos out of it.



I can't promise I won't be doing it again. God help me if we have a tornado.
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