Standing at Attention–Waiting for the Storm
The lonely plains of Oklahoma are some of the best places for making thunderstorm vigils. From an empty lot, we watched and waited to see what kind of adult this adolescent storm would become.
These trees (and the windmill) waited with us, as if standing at attention and ready to discover what their commander would order them to do. They would be spared from any major combat this night, as the storm–which would become a supercell and bring hail and high winds to fields not far away–headed in the other direction.
