The crispness, the depth and beautifully subtle color of the clouds tonight had me holding my breath and scrambling for a way to capture, to engage, to celebrate and share. Standing in the yard alone. Grab the camera. Catch the faintest echo. I wish you were here!
My girlfriend texted me yesterday … “look west.” It was early evening and I immediately knew exactly what that meant. It meant that as I sat in my basement office I was missing some quality sky-viewing. I jumped to my feet and ran outside. I was richly rewarded! The view east wasn’t bad either (below)!
This is how the air smells this morning. Delicious.
I wish I could bottle that experience — make it stand still so I could breath it in and stay in the middle.
I pulled over to the side of the road three times in about 10 minutes. I wanted to get to higher ground — a better vantage point. This was pretty close, and the panorama gives an impression of the immersive experience … at least it reminds me of what it was like to be there and feel the clouds as solid things move overhead, to smell the moisture and electricity in the air.
Highway 50 between Florence and Newton. December 2012.