Lightning storms and my attempt to capture them

lightning storm
Living in Germany, I get to enjoy a lot of different weather. Even though it’s Summer, it’ll be in the 90s (without a/c, mind you) one week, and then barely getting over 70 the next, with lots of rain. It’s mildly bi-polar here, but I honestly love it.

Last night, we had quite the thunderstorm, and as I was lying on the ground, with my head against the balcony glass door, so I could look straight up at the sky, I watched as lightning bolts streaked the sky. They were so bright, I would be momentary blinded by the flash.

It was awesome!

After about ten minutes of watching it dance across the sky, G, who was sitting next to me, asked if I wanted to grab my camera. It was perfect timing, because I was dreaming of having my camera all set up to capture the gorgeous sight. It’s been one of my goals to shoot lightning!

So, I jumped up and ran downstairs, but not before asking G to google “Canon settings for lightning,” because I may know how to shoot in manual, but I sure don’t know the first thing about shooting lightning! After grabbing all my gear, I set up the tripod, got the settings to what trusty Google said they needed to be, and starting taking photos.

The majority of the bright bolts right overhead had passed, but off in the distance, we still had some pretty impressive streaks. The settings proved to work, (thanks, Google), leaving me with some nice shots, and me dreaming of my next chance to shoot a lightning storm.

Even though I’m an amateur and have only done this once (technically that should make me an expert, right? ;-)), I’ll post my settings below each picture, just in case they help you when you want to shoot lightning. Every camera is different though, so, it’s important to know what you’re working with to ensure you’re getting the shot you want.

I have a Canon 5D Mark III and used my 35mm 1.4 for the night.

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shutter speed: 13 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO: 100

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shudder speed: 20 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO 100

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shutter speed: 20 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO 100

You can see I didn’t really tweak with my settings too much, only changing the shutter speed from time to time; opening the shutter up longer to let in more light.

These bolts happened when I first started shooting, and it was fun knowing I was capturing at least a couple.

As the night wore on, the storm was passing and less and less lightning was appearing. When G and I would talk about packing up and calling it a night, another bolt would strike and we’d vow that we’d wait for “just one more” and then head to bed.

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shutter speed: 25 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO 100

We got excited seeing the one above and really hoped the camera got it in all it’s glory. When we saw it did, I quietly set up for the next photo, while G sat there unmoving. We weren’t packing up. We weren’t calling it a night. We didn’t want to miss out on another potentially awesome lightning bolt!

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shutter speed: 25 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO: 100

And thank goodness we didn’t because I got this gorgeous shot shortly after. We were wowed by it, and so glad we stuck around, which had us wondering if maybe our “one more” rule should be tossed out the window.

We stuck around for another five minutes or so, and definitely noticed the lightning getting few and far between. We called it quits after I got this very last shot below, and hurried downstairs to look at the photos.

lightning stormLens: 35mm, Shutter speed: 25 seconds, F/stop: 8, ISO: 100

Its always amazing to me to see God’s work. Lightning and thunder leave me in awe of his power, and I’m so glad I got the chance to witness the spectacular show, last night. If I get another chance to shoot lightning, I think I plan to change lenses and mess with the settings again, but if I don’t, then I’m happy as a clam I have these for my memory.

Is there something you’ve always wanted to photograph but haven’t yet? Share in the comments, I’d love to chat about it!

edited to add this one super important tip:

There’s one thing I completely forgot about that is just as important as all the other camera settings, and that’s the FOCUS! Because it’s so dark out, your camera will not be able to “find” an object to focus on, so it’ll constantly be looking and blur the image because it’s unable to lock onto something.

So, it’s really important you put your lens on infinity and then switch it from “AF” to “MF” – auto focus to manual focus. By doing this, the lens will stop looking for something and you’ll have full control. By setting it to infinity (the little sideways looking 8), it’ll put the lens looking at the furthest possible point (ie. the sky) and have that be sharp and in focus! Which is exactly what you want!

This is 36

…and two days. 😉

Every year, ever since about seven-years-old, I’ve stayed up to the minute I was born to wish myself a happy birthday. It’s a crazy tradition that I don’t quite know why I started it, but one I’ve kept up for almost thirty years.

It’s fun and silly, and one I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon.

I was born at 3:02am, and most years I’d watch countless movies to pass the time. Other years, if I had to work the next morning, I’d set my alarm to 3:01 and wait for the clock to strike :02.

This year, as the day approached, G asked the all important question, “you going to stay up this year?” I immediately said, “of course!” …even though I was debating whether to set my alarm or actually stay up to the minute.

But then he reminded me we live in Germany, and I wasn’t born in this time zone! – lightbulb moment – That changed everything! Technically I wasn’t born until 12:02pm Germany time, so there was no sense in staying up. So, I slept! I’ll only make this exception for the rest of our time in Germany, and then, when we’re back living in the states, I’ll resume my ever-so-important tradition.

because, “it’s tradition!”

(name that movie!)

My birthday was the best, I have to say. Whether it was the uninterrupted sleep, which ironically, I did wake up at 3:45am to use the bathroom – my body must not have gotten the “skip the tradition” memo – or the simple fact that G made it extra special for me.

The second I woke up he told me not lift a finger for the entire day; that he’d take care of everything. who am I to argue?! He made breakfast, cleaned, did the laundry, you name it, he did it, all while I sat on the couch feeling like the biggest guilt-pot!

Anyone ever feel guilty for not helping, even when told not to help?? It’s the strangest feeling, but I fought it best I could, and enjoyed the entire day. He was all set to make a special birthday dinner, but we loved lunch so much (this delicious French Dip recipe), that we happily ate the leftovers.

I could seriously make these again!

A couple days before, I asked if he’d mind I made my own birthday cake. Something I never thought he’d want to do, and one I didn’t mind doing myself, and he looked at me and said, “why don’t you ask me to make it?” I’ll be honest, I never thought to ask. I actually viewed it as an imposition to him IF I asked, completely assuming he wouldn’t be up for it. And here he is more than willing, if I’d only ask!

Life (and marriage) lessons: 1. There’s no harm in asking. 2. You can’t do it all (nor should you) AND 3. Don’t make silly (and potentially harmful) assumptions!

I printed the recipe for One Bowl Chocolate Cake and he got to baking the night of my birthday. I only slightly hovered in the kitchen in case he needed me…or my input..who wouldn’t want my input? 😉

and it turned out delicious!!

I halved the recipe since it’s just us and it would’ve been way too much cake, and it still turned out perfect.

yes, I put it in a pie plate!! 

I can’t say enough how wonderful of a job he did. On the cake, on the day, on everything. I’m pretty thankful for that man and all he does. He’s a hard-worker in everything he does, and he successfully made my 36th birthday one I’ll always remember.

 

German high speed trains: the good, bad, and scary


Last night, I got back from a quick overnight trip. It was a solo trip to see one of my doctors – so, nothing glamorous – and it had me thinking on the German high speed rail system. I’ve taken numerous trips across the country and into other countries this past year, and have enough experiences to practically write a book…or at least a solid article on it. So, I thought it’d be fun to share my thoughts.

In short, Germany has a great high speed rail system or “Deutsche Bahn” as it’s called. Their website is very easy to navigate, and bonus points, they have several languages to choose from. “Cookies” aren’t used, or at least that I know of, so prices don’t rise, rise, rise with each train search you do.

I do loathe that with other websites.

Though I’ve listed a couple goods already, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty of traveling through the Deutsche Bahn, hitting on the scary first, because ending on the “good” is always better, in my opinion.

Scary

**This might be an isolated incident, but it happened to us, and could certainly happen to others.

– We arrived at the train station for a trip with 15 minutes to spare, so we discussed what bistro booth we should get our customary croissants from.

At that moment, a guy who was right in front of me stopped, turned, and stared me down as we walked past, making me sidestep. As soon as we passed, he was right on my heels yelling vulgar obscenities about me (in English), and how much he hated Americans.

We never broke stride and he never broke away from us, continuously yelling pretty awful things about us. Whenever G (my husband) would look him in the eyes, the guy would immediately look away, but continue yelling. We were finally able to make our way into a line for a bistro booth, which made the guy finally walk away.

Never once did we acknowledge him, which we knew was exactly what he wanted. With G’s job, he can’t “react” like a typical guy would in that situation, so he remained alert and quiet. As scary as that situation was, we found it more odd than anything. Neither of us had our adrenaline pumping – something we both found interesting; we had our wits about us, and knew though he was spewing some pretty nasty things, would never touch us. G knew because of how the guy refused to make eye contact, and I knew because I’ve been in enough hairy situations, and my body wasn’t reacting like it would if I were in danger.

fight or flight! bodies are amazing and definitely should be listened to in times like this!

BUT thanks to this guy throwing us off with his crazy antics, we didn’t realize our train had changed platforms, and ended up missing it! Thankfully, because it was the station’s fault for the change, we were put on the next train without charge, though it made us four hours behind schedule.

– Trains leave on time: One time, G and I arrived at the station 15 minutes early (our standard, apparently), so we got in line for two coffees at a little bistro booth next to the platform. We were second in line, but the attendant only had one coffee machine that was as slow as molasses, with four coffees before ours. As time was ticking, I told him to get on the train with our stuff, and I’d wait for our coffees. With only one coffee in hand, the other still brewing, and two minutes before the train left, I took off running. I ran to the closest car I could and was told to hop on (and walk through the train to my seat), and within 20 seconds of boarding, the doors closed and we were off. I was sweating buckets!

Bad

– Despite reserving a seat, people will still take your seat. This has happened on half of my trips, and I’ve had to tell each one that it was mine. There’s even an electronic screen above the seat that shows whether or not it’s reserved, but I think people bank on you not showing up. Thankfully, each person has moved without issue.

– Trains leave on time: They don’t care you’re literally five steps away calling out for them to wait, they will close the door in your face and pull away. I’ve actually seen this happen! One conductor saw a guy coming, smirked, turned her back, and closed the door. I stood their stunned.

Some may say, “well, they should have gotten there earlier.” and I agree, however, there’s always extenuating circumstances, ie. their connecting train could have delayed, shortening their transfer time. Regardless, it still stinks to be rightthere and still miss the train.

– There’s lots of construction and delays. Completely counters my previous statement, but I have a dear friend who travels twice a week, and is constantly having her trains delayed by hours which make her miss her connecting trains. To say she’s constantly frustrated is an understatement.

– Some conductors are…shall I say, unfriendly. I’ve been yelled at in English AND German by one because I was halfway in the train with the door closing on me. Now! There was a lot of chaos happening with several passengers to make him extra irritated at me for my {little} indiscretion, and truthfully, I deserved it, but darn, it’s not fun getting yelled at – in two languages, no less.

– The trains are loooooooong and you never know where your car will be, so you have to walk very fast when it pulls in to get on before it leaves. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is scrambling like headless chickens and it usually has everyone gasping for air by the time they take their seats.

Good

-Prices are cheap! I’ve scored first class roundtrip tickets for only $120. This was on a trip that was six hours one way, so, very long! Had I chosen second class, it would have only been $40. Quite the difference, I know, but we agreed I could splurge a bit, and I was glad I did.

Had the car all to myself for 1 1/2 hours. It was wonderfully fun!

– Free wifi on most trains, ie. ICE, IC. This really comes in handy because Germany is not known for exceptional cell service, and 80+% of your trip will have you without any connection.

– Trains leave on time.. yes, this goes in all three categories!! Germans are known for their efficiency. If the train is supposed to leave at 2:52pm, doors will close at 2:51 and 40 seconds.

– Many conductors speak English and are helpful. Last night, while waiting at the train station for my connecting train home, I saw my train (that was still 20 minutes away), was going to be at least 10 minutes late. I was tired at this point, and just wanted to be home. While my train was delayed, another train going to my same destination was on the platform about to leave.

I walked up to the conductor, asked (in German) if she spoke English, and proceeded to ask if I could board this train despite my ticket showing for the other one. She gladly allowed me on.
Bonus: the car I got into was virtually empty, so I had plenty of seats to choose from.

– You can reserve your seat for only 4.50Euro (one way). I do this for every trip. I don’t want to risk a crowded train, and not be guaranteed a seat. I know some who have had to stand for hours because they didn’t reserve their seat. No, thanks!

Overall, riding the train is fun, affordable, stress-free, and my go-to way of getting around Germany. It beats driving in terrible traffic, and when you arrive at the station with plenty of time to spare, don’t get accosted by crazy psycho strangers, or yelled at by conductors, it can be quite an enjoyable experience.

If you’ve ridden the DB, I want to hear some of your stories. What are some goods, bads, and scaries you’ve encountered?