Yesterday's southern Arizona high desert monsoon storm was unrelenting in producing some of the best lightning I have seen in two years. I was able to capture over one hundred explosions of thunderlight over the day and night. It was the type of excess a storm chaser dreams of.
Looking through the images, there was one shot that amazed me. I remember when it struck wondering if my eyes were deceiving me as it coiled down from the sky and looped over itself before hitting the ground. Lightning twists and turns following its pursuit for ionic balance, but this was different. This bolt seemingly completed a full loop on itself against the tumultuous agitated sky. I was in awe as I witnessed it.
Doing some research when I returned home, I learned that the effect was created due to the strike coming towards me. That knowledge invoked even greater respect for my cherished monsoon light shows. The storm we were photographing was about 14 miles away, well within the yellow zone of danger of becoming a crispy critter. That this discharge came even closer gave me even greater respect for my quarry.
To witness the overwhelming power of nature's glory is to feed my soul with the awe of wonder and the peace of humility. The task of capturing the creator's artistry and sharing it with others is a gift I give thanks for daily.
I remain his scribe.
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