Mothership

I'd been watching towers build between Robinvale and Mildura and made the call to push towards them. By the time I reached Nyah West the storm had organised into something I wasn't quite prepared for. A shelf cloud that stretched the full width of the sky, structured and slow-moving, rolling in over the flat Victorian farmland like it owned the place. Well worth the chase.

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