Dreams, Moments, Travels
I swear, by now you must think I live my life staring at the sky, or that I am finding it hard to be diligent and inspired to capture a unique image every day for this photo of the day blog, which I have maintained now for almost 600 consecutive days. So without further ado, here’s another sunset picture for my visitors.
Maybe five drops of rain fell with this storm. Certainly, more rain fell nearby as we could smell it, or rather, we could smell the wet creosote bush. Creosote is one of the absolute pleasures of living in the Arizona desert. When creosote gets wet it gives off the most pleasant of aromas. Much of tonight’s lightning was cloud to cloud with outstretched fingers of electricity licking at the undersides of the towering thunderheads that must be above us and out of sight.
As storms form in the distance with nearly clear skies over Phoenix, sunset can offer some spectacular clouds glowing for our viewing pleasure. If only we had the sound of crashing waves to accompany these sights, we would truly be in paradise.
We have been having great luck with spectacular sunsets here in Phoenix, Arizona. There are a fair share of so-so and even ho-hum sunsets, but on many an occasion, there are skies that make you stop and say – wow!
Mysteriously, this sky patch followed the sun all day. From sun up to sunset, it never changed shape but always stayed just in front of the sun-blocking the people of Phoenix, Arizona, from having the opportunity to see the sun in all of its shiny hot glory. The news never mentioned it, people wouldn’t talk of it, they went about their business like it wasn’t even happening. Personally, I think it’s a bad omen. If this continues tomorrow are we to assume Al-Qaeda is using a new WMD to block the sun denying us our way of living with tans? You betcha.
Look at the top of the left cloud. Facing to the right is the evil cloud mouse. Its eyes are bulging and its cragged little bottom jaw is open in a twisted evil laugh. Caroline sees a Dumbo-like image; boy is she wrong. This takes me back to those days sitting on a bench in Amsterdam, sipping vanilla shakes and staring at the sky for hours, pointing out the changing figures in the transmogrifying heavens.