Taos Plateau storm moving in. I made a little drive this evening as it was getting dark and found this far vista, like a scene from a movie. The storm wasn’t far behind. As I type this, the lightning strikes are huge and the thunder is making the house shudder and shake. The dogs are hiding under the covers. I won’t be making images of the lightning tonight. You won’t find me, the tallest thing out there in the storm, hanging on to a tripod … I am staying in. Thanks for looking. G
Highway, Ocate, NM. Big storm lots of rain, green as green can get where the Rockies meet the Plains. It was worth getting wet to be out there with the scent of damp earth, wet grass, and me, and the mullein plant standing sentry, silently, dutifully along both sides of the highway. Thanks for looking. G
Summer Storms in northern New Mexico. One column after another, the rain storms move across the plateau like lazy marching bands, slouching along, with very little purpose, meandering at will, and with no particular destination. As I watch I find my mood shifts and I join in the metaphoric march. Thanks for looking. G
Lightning strikes on the mesa west of Taos. This is an image of six lightning strikes in the same location and composited into one frame. I’m posting this to see if it inspires rain soon. I may post more monsoon images over the next few days. This is my version of a rain dance, far more acceptable to me than dancing on the deck chanting something to bring about rain… although I have been known to do that… after all, I do hail from a long line of Druids!