....I know how its SUPPOSED to work. You track the storm on the internet, and at the right time, get in the truck and take off. Sometimes, however, you get more than you bargained for and the storm chases you.
And of course, as a photographer, hoping for an image, I was like "bring it on; you call that thunder? is that all you got? I can't HEAR you!" We all know how dangerous this particular game is. Tempt fate and she will slap you down.
Ten minutes later, I was studying my own shadow on the ground from the lightning bolt that struck god knows what less than 100 yards behind me. I didn't look back to check and see what was burning.
And I've always been dissappointed in that, after laughing at death, all I got was this image (and a t-shirt from my wife that said "Photographers Hauling Equipment Run Like Little Girls")