Beyond the Railroad
I could hear it before I saw it. A low rumble echoed across the verdant hills to the south while the sunset light faded behind me. Then the first flash of light cut through the hazy air. Somewhere beyond the railroad tracks a storm unleashed torrents of rain while my location remained dry. I've lost count of how many storms I've watched from this overlook east of Sheridan. Of the dozen or so good lightning bolts from this cell, my camera caught 3 of them. Somehow the best lightning always seems to happen out of frame or in the 1 second gap between pictures. Dusk is my favorite time to capture lightning. It's dark enough to use a long exposure, but light enough to still show details in the landscape.