So, there it is - proof that we weren't being bombed at 11:15 pm and this was just one of God's fireworks shows - (perhaps to celebrate Michael Phelps, or an irony of names for the Jamaican runner who raced at the time of the storm, nicknamed "Lightening Bolt") - There were a whole lot of all black pictures taken before John caught this one - way to be persistent, honey!
This next shot just looked oh-so-ominous that I had to include it. It reminds me of some sort of setting of a Peretti spiritual warfare book or something:
4 comments:
what a riot..i was watching phelps and when the big noise went off...poor c came in freakin'. you'd think he'd remember storms in oklahoma. he thought it was a bomb too. so funny. pretty cool tho huh!
I was not watching the olympics! we heard the loudest around 1:30. Randy said there was more before that but I slept through it. Kind of fun but I was oh so tired.
Hmm. Since there was thunder in Eugene, and thunder in Dallas, I assume there was thunder in Albany - but I did not hear it! Sleeping with the A/C unit must have blocked it. I'm bummed, b/c I love a good t-storm.
Wow - that is an amazing photo!
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