It's a toss-up which I love the best, autumn's electric blue sky stretching cloudless from horizon to horizon or summer's sky of robin blue, dotted with cloud-dogs and cloud-dragons and cloud-ships.
But even I, lover of blue skies and sunshine, can appreciate the beauty of a stormy sky, of the grays and pinks...
...of the drama and excitement, the battle between darkness and light...
...how the darkness makes the light brighter and how the light opens up new colors and levels in the clouds and the sky and the sunlight...
...how gray and dark can hold such promise of life, how they can ease anxiety and be the answer to the prayers of millions.
It took two days but these clouds finally opened up and let rain fall on the Hollow and much of Central Texas this weekend.
Hallelujah!
But even before the rain, and even if it didn't rain, I was grateful for the storm clouds.
Even I get tired of blue sometimes.
(Taken with my iPhone while my camera enjoyed a little R&R at the camera spa...what a great invention, the camera/phone! I still missed my camera, but having this kept my separation anxiety from being too, too bad!)
