Some folks respect lightning.
I fear it.
For as long as I remember, just the threat of an electrical charge has sent me scurrying for the nearest shelter. So I can't explain why I walked toward this storm out along Oregon's Alvord Desert.
I suppose it was pure spectacle. The lightning was amazing as it bounced along the Pueblo Mountains, and the storm packed a howling wind so fierce that setting a tent was nearly impossible. Being in the wind and weather felt like what I ought to be doing.
I had two cameras going before this bolt sent me belly-flopping onto the sage covered ground and back to my normal behavior around such storms. The hundred yards back to the car were covered in a near terror state, as I imagined mother nature taking her revenge for my disrespect.
From the front seat of the car, I watched the storm pick up steam, turning night into day for seconds at a time. Eventually, rain came to one of Oregon's driest places.