I am so tired of Blogger tonight. I had a bunch of pictures, and Blogger ate them. And rearranged the photos that remain. So I'm publishing a bunch of random images without captions, a snapshot of our day. Kate was amazing - she got a standing ovation. I met some good friend there, got to hang out with some great people, and it was all amazing.
And why end with a picture of a mud puddle? Well, that's where the lightning hit, about 30 seconds after I took this shot. The thunder was one of the loudest sounds I ever heard. All the kids in the tent were screaming and crying. People had really gotten into the rain groove and took their shoes of, standing in ankle deep water. Those people got the shock of their lives - literally. Emily and I were wearing running shoes with rubber soles.
Now Emily is terrified of thunderstorms. And my love of storms is tempered with awe and respect.
After the storm passed, we wandered a bit, got some ice cream, and listened to the incredible David Francey before heading home. A great day!
5 comments:
HOLY BOVINE! that is incredible... what made you take a pic just seconds before? that IS very awe-inspiring, and incredible that people were standing in the water... OMG that is amazing. Glad you two are ok...
I was trying to get a shot of three teenage boys who had been dancing through that mud a few seconds before. They were barefoot, shirtless, and with mud up to their knees. I missed them, and the lightning that followed them. I know that several people at Hillside got "zapped" that day, and felt some of the shock - the place was one giant puddle.
I am petrified of thunderstorms (i think that was part of the reason I moved to the Middle East!) I would still be huddled in the tent days later I think ;0)
I usually love storms. But as soon as I heard the sounds of a second storm coming in, I hightailed it out of there!
Next week I'm camping. I hope the endless rain we've been getting will take a wee rest.
Awesome pics. I absoultly love storms to but like you, I do respect them. :-)
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