I call it the blue wall. It's not like Seattle where rain drizzles from the sky all the time like a dripping faucet. Here in the valley, the storm comes like a wall and washes over you. I can call my friends in town a mile away and find out that the sun is still shining over their house. Hail pounding my window and bliss over there. Then it switches. The drama captures me. I just stop what I'm doing and watch it, till I have to move on. I guess I've always done that - even in Oakland. It's just different scenery here in Montana. It's big sky country. I hope it stays that way.
1 comment:
Hey Becky,
Those are nice photos. I presume you are not at your residence but at someone else's for these photos? See you Sunday.
Laura J.
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