So with a forecast of scattered storms I figured I would venture down to Steptoe Butte and see what I could get. It is usually hit and miss. The storms can wash all the light out and create a lot of wind or they can produce some one of a kind dramatic scenes. I of course was hoping for the later. It is also wildflower season so I was hoping to work a few shots of them into the foreground. When I first arrived, the wind was crazy and there was a cell blowing through. I would lucky enough to catch a partial rainbow but it wasn't as dramatic as I hoped. As the evening continued there were some spots of good light but nothing "out of this world". The bigger issue was the wind wasn't dying down wo the chance of capturing the wildflowers was pretty much zero. As it got closer to sunset the sun was sliding behind several dark banks of clouds with only a small sliver open near the horizon. This coupled with the wind I decided to pack up and start making my home with the chance I might find something on the way that I might be able to photograph. There were several other photographers that were taking the chance there might be some type of sunset and were staying put. I didn't have the same faith that they did. So as I was traveling down the hill, I realized I was so focused on the sunset that I forgot about the dramatic clouds and storm cells behind the mountain, which were not visible from our location. As I was driving around a corner towards the Northeast the sun just started coming out into that small sliver but nothing that dramatic. Then I turned and was slapped in the face by this amazing scene. I frantically looked for some good spots to capture this this. Parking the car and jumping out running through rain drenched prickly shrubs, mud, and even and ant hill trying to grab a shot. The wind was still back so I had to try to work some magic to make sure the foreground wasn't blurry. After I worked as fast as I could possibly go get some images before the color left. I