Yesterday we were supposed to get a big thunderstorm pass through the city. Unfortunately, it passed well south and my girlfriend and I knew we were going to be out of luck.
Knowing that she had storm chassed a little in the past with some friends, on a whim I asked if she wanted to try and chase the storm. Her eyes light up and we grabbed our cameras and took to the road.
I had the task of suggesting where to go as she drove her car. I had little idea of what I was doing, but I could see from the radar images in Environment Canada’s app that we needed to head south and east of the city. She coached me a little on how you want to get close to a storm but not be in the rain. With her advice, I plotted a course out to the perimeter and off an access road not far from the city’s water reservoir.
We set up by a culvert and had an okay view of the storm. The last time I took my camera out was in the winter when we went meteor watching. I did get a single meteor that time, so I was hoping that I would have better luck with the lightning that afternoon.
I used a wild west technique with the intervalometer from Magic Lantern. Short, fast, continuous photos! With 50 photos in rapid succession, I was still missing the lighting bursts. The storm was moving away from us and we also ran into a bathroom and snack problem, having left the house without thinking about how long we’d be out photographing.
Thankfully, the truck stop known as Deacon’s Corner wasn’t too far and that would also put us on the Trans-Canada Highway and take us south-east again. Hopefully, we could catch up with it.
Back in the car, a short hop and a brief bathroom break we were back on the road, regrettably without snacks. I’ve begun to realize that there are few options for lactose intolerant people as quick road snacks. It’s either covered in chocolate or has lactic acid or whey powder. Our small thermoses of tea and coffee would have to sustain us.
We raced along the Trans-Canada making sure to stay in the speed limits and found ourselves passing a train. It was an odd feeling to be outpacing a leviathan of the rails. A quick turn off the highway put us on the opposite side of the tracks and beside a beautiful field of yellow canola.
As we set up, we had the odd drop of rain, but we never had more than a few drops at a time. The perfect distance from the storm. This time I just let my camera take pictures until it ran out of memory or battery, whichever occurred first. After a while, the train caught up with us and I turned my camera to have it visible off to the side. Mother nature was not kind enough to create any lighting as the train rumbled gently passed us. Can’t win them all.
After a while, my camera stopped taking pictures. My memory card was full. 6300 and some photos. I could only hope that I had captured some of the beautiful lighting strikes that we had seen. My girlfriend had a fraction of that, having stayed with taking 50 pictures at a time.
Back at home we slowly sifted through our photos, sipping on tea as we snuggled on the cough. Our eyes fixed on our respective computer screens. I realized that my lenses were incredibly dirty and in desperate need of a cleaning.
Thankfully though, there we did get some nice lighting shots. We would let out exclamations of excitement when we’d find one in our photos and the other would lean in to see.
In all, I managed to get 12 strikes, but only three really stood out. I combined two together because they were back to back in the sequence of photos and the combined photo turned out okay.
Not bad for an afternoon out and on the spur of the moment adventure. I hope we get to do it again this summer.