My plans this morning included dashing out the door early to partake in the California Art Club paint out that was part of the Balboa Park Centennial celebration. But instead I woke up to the sound of thunder, as monsoonal storms rolled through the county.
Because Balboa Park is busy on any given Saturday, and add to that road closures for the Pride Parade just north of the park, I’d planned to be out the door no later than 7:00…. But as I watched the storm, the tv weather report and updates on my iPad, and not wanting to drive through squalls alongside SoCal drivers, who seem to not understand the correlation between water, tires and hydroplaning, I had a feeling I was going to miss my window of opportunity for a smooth trip and a good parking space.
I was mesmerized by the storm. We have a pretty low bar for storm drama out here: a touch of moisture on the ground will whip the tv graphics guys into a frenzy of “STORM WATCH” banners. But having spent 38 years on the east coast I recognize a good light show when I see one. However, being un-coffeed, it took me a few moments to think to take pictures. Duh!
By the time I’d set up the tripod and camera I’d missed some of the big cloud-to-ground strikes, but I managed to snag this beauty.