Afternoon thunderstorms in the mountains can be pretty wild. Lightning strikes often fill the air with the smell of brimstone. This is Black Butte, the highest peak in Montana's Gravelly Mountains, and a storm magnet. I had been in this area for work, and was camping out rather than make the two-hour drive home in the evenings. That this would allow me to photograph in the early and late light was an added bonus. When toe storm started, I drove to an area that would give me a good view of the peak and waited to see what would happen. I had never tried t0 photograph lightning before, but there were so many strikes on the peak, I figured it was time to start. I tried to time each strike, but had no idea what I was getting. I shot a whole roll of film, and when I got the images back, this was the only one with lightning on it. I remember one strike that had pulsed briefly after in first hit, and that must have been long enough to be in synch with my slow reactions. Photography is like anything else - it's always better to be lucky than good.
From my ebook You Can't Be Everywhere At Sunrise