Wish you were here

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!

Look west

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)!IMG_8809-1.JPG

Between Winfield and Rock

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.

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