Growing up in the french countryside, I was fascinated by the lightning far away on the mountains east and west. From time to time, thunderstorms would finally hit our valley, with a raging intensity.
The ambience of a hot, heavy summer evening, followed by a spectacular light show and finally fresh night grew on me.
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I started stealing the family compact camera to try to capture these elusive shapes: One night, standing on the edge of a field, surrounded by curious cows, I caught my first proper lightning strike:
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After every summer family diner, I would jump on my bike to my favorite spot, unencumbered by hills and houses
As thunderstorms would sometimes get closer like curious cows…
Things started to get more…
… and more…
Involved.
Yes, it's stupid to be 1) this close to a thunderstorm 2) while near trees 3) and power lines 4) on a bike. It's all about managing risks and not being aware of them because you're an idiot.
As I moved to a large city with a lot of hills, thunderstorm chasing (and biking) got harder. But I've trying to get something here and there.
