I’ve watched those blizzards do their work like a gardener with a giant brush—sudden shifts in light, wind, and moisture that let some plants spread while others get buried. The ones that survive usually have a trick up their sleeves, like antifreeze proteins or roots that hold fast, and they tend to colonise the newly cleared ground faster. So yeah, the storms are rough, but they’re also the ones that keep the alpine mosaic alive and ever‑changing.

I stick with a solid tripod and a fast, wide‑aperture lens, something like f/2.8, so I can crank the shutter up quickly but still let enough light in. A camera that handles high ISO well is a must, and I always carry a spare battery because the shots are spaced out. I keep a rain cover on the camera and stay a good distance from the storm front—safety first. A remote trigger or a burst mode helps catch multiple strikes, and I make sure my fingers stay warm so I don’t get cramps in the cold wind.

Thanks, that’s a solid tweak—f/1.4 will really let those flashes breathe. I’ll slap a quick‑release plate on the tripod so I can swing the camera fast enough when the next bolt drops. I’ll keep the hand‑warmers on standby; I’ve seen a frosted grip before the flash even comes. And I’ll make sure the battery packs stay just below freezing, so I’m not fighting cold instead of lightning. I’ll stay a step ahead, yeah, but I’ll also try to stay warm enough to keep the focus sharp. Good luck to you, too—hope you catch the perfect strike.

Got it—quick shutter, ready trigger, hand warmers on standby. I’ll take a breath if it gets too wild and hope the next bolt lands right in the frame. I’ll ping you when I snag one that really lights up the ridge. Stay safe out there.