Yesterday evening saw thunder storms all across the North of England and where we are, in West Yorkshire, it was the most spectacular in a long time. We spent much of the evening stood in our porch watching what looked like sheet lightning. It wasn't until I looked at my own photograph for the first time that I could see the gorgeous bolts running the whole length of the sky.
This was a twenty-second exposure taken right at the peak of the storm. The bolt itself of course lasted only a tiny fraction of a second and was too quick for my eyes to resolve: all I saw was a flash lighting up the whole sky for an instant. It was bright enough to saturate the camera sensor though so the moment was captured. This is the power of photography, it's why I love it so much.
I'm a photographer right at the start of my career.