After a well-organized gustnado ripped across a field a few miles to the north of here, from the same cold pool of outflow, the turbulent underbelly of the related shelf cloud, sometimes colloquially termed “whale’s mouth” by storm observers, sharpened up over the darkened landscape with marvelous contrast and early golden-hour colors beginning to sift through. Fortunately, a most appropriate and quintessential foreground for the Great Plains appeared in the form of this working windmill, for once both near and on the best side of the road, and the shoot was on. Not all of my favorite storm scenes are tornadic or supercellular!
3 S Barr OK (16 Apr 26) Looking WSW
36.1923, -98.0332