A morning sky, aflame.
Yesterday was a good day to cloud-watch. It was hot, humid, and the atmosphere was a little unstable. Cumulus began towering which created some fascinating formations.
A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.
A recent evening was graced by a lovely evening vista.
A fine way to wrap up a recent day.
This image of the sky appears to be featureless. Yet the more you look, the more you see.
Under a majestic early morning sky, tractors and grain bins await the days’ harvest.
I raced a thunderstorm home. Having got out ahead, I had a chance to stop, photograph, admire and respect power far beyond ours before continuing the race.
Winter wheat grasps spring sunshine.