I stood on the doorstep for about half an hour, my camera held aloft, as I tried to capture the flashes of lightning streaking across the sky. The light rain had lifted the scent of the rosemary bush to my nostrils.
I waited, my finger on the button, as the camera took shot after shot, on sports mode, of the street and the night sky. I wondered how photographers captured those fantastic shots of nights split in half by forked lightning. Faster, more sensitive camera perhaps, better location, not cluttered by roof tops and street furniture.