So we're sitting there, fairly late one night and finishing up the front page. Everyone's winding down and ready to go home after a final proof when a storm that I had been eyeballing comes rushing in. We already had shots of an antique car show on the square just down the street on the front, but when I saw lightning, I figured I'd at least give it a try. All my other attempts at a decent lightning shot have been bunk. Either good strike with nothing else in the frame or a good foreground and a bad spark. So I grabbed the D1x and ran out the door and up the hill with my tripod. Lightning was hitting all around me but I told myself I was either going to get hit by a bolt or a good picture, whichever came first. As soon as I saw this strike, I knew I had it. It turned out it wasn't a moment too soon because it wasn't 5 seconds (and I mean that with all seriousness) that the bottom fell out and quarter-inch hail pounded me as I slid back down the hill and ran back into the newsroom. "I got one," I said. Yeah, I'd say I got one. Thanks for reading. Hope you like.