Rainbows. They’re fleeting. As much as I enjoy chasing weather, I find the color arch elusive. The best ones appear while you’re on a freeway, in a wine cave or glued to a dentist’s chair with two pounds of gauze crammed in your mouth.
I chanced to travel a back road home Thursday, following late afternoon light; a shaft of thunderstorm rain. Fleeting as a rainbow may be, I was in the right place at the right time. The picture will not win any awards. But how can one pass up photographing a rainbow?