There are days when photography can't cope. Days like the one earlier this month when a cloud front swept in from the west. Even with all our satellite technology it's not possible to predict the behaviour of storm cells. Nor can we fully capture the experience, the sensations of the moment with a camera. So on the afternoon in question I was snapping images of lightning in the distance, when a cloud ridge peeled off the main cell and came towards me like an express train. I didn't have a chance to get into a good spot to catch its leading edge and by the time I was at a high point all I had was the back of the cloud, a violent wind ripping across the ground and way too much contrast for my camera to cope with. So a photo fail. But that in itself is one of the big reasons why I'm out with a camera - to be in those moments I can never control or contain.