I’m not particularly satisfied with this photo, but when it comes to shooting lightning, I’ll take what I can get.

Nasty weather paid a visit to the Northern Plains yesterday as I made my way home following an overnight visit to Oklahoma City. While friends were bagging tornadoes in Minnesota, I was rotting on the tarmac at Chicago O’Hare, wishing the storms would just go away. Of course, once in the air, we were rewarded with a magnificent sight as the pilot zigged and zagged between storms, atomic bomb updrafts all around. It was a religious experience, so to speak.

As for the landing… well, that was a religious experience of a completely different sort.