I got caught in a flash storm over the Pennsylvania Turnpike last Saturday, just before I got on to drive to Philadelphia. I had to take shelter at an A&W because visibility was next to nil while the rains came down in torrents. I didn’t dare take my camera out of the car in case it got wet, so I had to wait out most of the storm with a frosty mug o’ root beer. When it died down a bit I dashed back to the car, soaking, and amused myself shooting the raindrops on the windshield until it subsided enough to drive again.
If you look closely you can see the reflection of one lamp post in the big drops.
Freak Storm #1 was through upstate New York two weeks prior to Freak Storm #2, when I drove through crazy lightning, thunder, wind, and rain before getting into Scranton at 2am. (Yeah, that trip I haven’t written about yet. I’ll get to it, after my top-secret current assignment for tomorrow is complete and I see my one Toronto Film Festival movie in the evening and process the photos of the regatta I promised the rowing club and mail off some lung cancer bracelets people asked for and get my passport photos taken… I don’t know how people have time for TV, seriously!!)
