There's not much to add to these images. Blue Mesa tells its own story.
|This is on the road in, the one that takes you back 3 1/2 miles. The sky wasn't too dark yet but I could see promise in another part of the sky. I heard sky booms here, just a couple, and from far away.|
|Nothing here at all except those bands of purple.|
|Gathering clouds but not much promise of rain there.|
|Here we go. This is more like it.|
|The rain stayed at a distance. A few sprinkles, drama happening in the clouds, but nothing like I'd hoped for.|
The monsoon season is imminent. I've been promised by those in the know and I'm counting on it.
Thought of the day:
Excuse me while I kiss the sky. (Jimi Hendrix ~ Purple Haze)