A final transfer of prior travel photos from one location on the blog to here. I visited the coast of Maine in 2011 for a gray and overcast weekend. There was truly so much more to see but the visit was more to visit friends at the time. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to return and see more.
5 Minutes of time for yours truly on the side of a dirt road.
Ok so this picture isn’t of a little rain cloud; it’s huge. And it’s not necessarily dark, but rather quite bright in the remnants of the setting sun. It warranted pull-off to the side of the road, as it was so interesting. I stopped the SUV and just stared at it for a while to take in every fluff and shadow. My eyes were transfixed and I followed the lines and shadows, watching the rain on one side and the drifting wisps on the other. It was magnificent. Yep, I just called a cloud magnificient.
An Afternoon in the Clouds of Wyoming
Interesting cloudscapes over the plains of Wyoming near a little town called Egbert.
The overcast skies seemed endless and no matter which way I pointed my camera, they were different in every direction. It was such a relaxing and warm day.
Dried yet still fiercely beautiful yucca plants dotted the hills.
I never complain about driving here when my views are always the epic mountains, the vast plains or any number of sweeping storm systems across the skies. No matter the day, the hour or the weather; the drive is never dull or expected. Humbling every time.
The awe-inspiring views of the Rocky Mountains always pull my attention from the hamster wheel of daily life. Whether I’m running errands, pulling into my subdivision or taking a walk, I can’t help but look westward and get lost in the moment wherever I am.
While driving back to Colorado this afternoon, I caught myself thinking how beautiful and different this day was in contrast all the prior weekends.
Their colors depend on the sky, clouds and light. Their contrast changes with the seasons and the winter snows. Every morning, new mountains, filling the same shape and size, seem to replace the last.
But they still take my breath away, and I hope they always do.
A Wyoming highway heading east towards Nebraska with curious clouds and wide open prairies.
Ram Island Ledge Lighthouse on a stormy day when thoughts were heavy and choices hard.
