Wild nights are my glory
So says Mrs. Whatsit in A Wrinkle in Time. My dad read us that book when I was 8 or 9, and every time a storm kicks up I remember it and agree with her. On the drive out to Desmama's on Saturday night there were storms on either side of me, so I pulled over next to the cows and the hay bales to get some pics. My dying batteries only allowed two shots!
The first one is the view to the west of Cache Valley, and the second is the view to the east.
The first one is the view to the west of Cache Valley, and the second is the view to the east.
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5 comments:
Sorry - I don't really understand the Utah weather.
They look like snow storms to me. Is that right?
What would it be like to be in one of those storms?
I think whatever was falling on the mountains came down as snow, and the rest was just rain--and probably no worse rain than you get all the time in England. It's just cool to be able to see it moving across the valley like that.
beautiful pics nem! do you just happen to leave your camera in your car for moments like these? :) Great shots. Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous. In July I was at my mother's house just south of you and a freak rainy wind storm came up for about 45 minutes, right during my walk. I thought of exactly that quote. I held my arms wide, grateful for the remote spot I'd walked into be away from any curious passers-by. I sang from Phantom of the Opera at the top of my lungs. Is this too much information?
Bye the bye . . . there is a such thing as a tesseract.
These pics. sure look better than the ones I took outside my house 2 days ago. I prefer falling water over falling ash any day of the week.
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