Cumulus Congestus . . . .
The Wyoming sky is an artistic creation of clouds that vary from day to day and season to season. I am attempting to learn more about the theatrics in the sky and have begun to identify the various types of clouds. I have a vast canvas to observe and learn from, but for now I am happy to try to photograph them.
Sunset . . . .
Beautiful sunsets are common in Wyoming, however it is hard to capture the breathtaking beauty with a camera lens. I keep trying.
Storm coming . . . .
Warm weather months find us scanning the sky, usually in the afternoon, for an indication of what the clouds have in store for us. This day we are in for some weather. These are “precipitating” or Cumulonimbus clouds which are quite common during summer.
Renoir, perhaps . . . .
If I painted, I would try to capture the colors in the sky. Since it is an ever-changing palette it must be done with photographs which capture a moment in time.
Dante’s inferno . . . .
A glance at the sky is an omen that Mother Nature is going to have her way with you. It could be rain, hail, or even a tornado, which is not uncommon in Wyoming.
Twilight time . . . .
“Heavenly shades of night are falling. . . ” Looking north and west from the ranch house, this evening rewarded me with a marvelous sunset to photograph.
Heavens’ Gate . . . .
Imagine an opening in the sky that allows you to fly up into the atmosphere. If only we had wings.
Trouble . . . .
Traveled this day to an area of pre-historic rock art and a perfect spring day began to change dramatically. I knew what was coming, but had barely begun to explore the area. I paid no heed to my instinct telling me to pack up and leave.
Fury building . . . .
Not too long after I took this photo, lightning bolts appeared on the horizon, followed by the crash of thunder that shook the hills. A patter of rain turned into a torrential hail storm that left us hovering under rock outcroppings to keep the sting of hail off our heads.
Maho Bay . . . .
Moon rising and sun setting over Maho Bay, St. John, Virgin Islands. What great memories we made on a few visits here.
Somewhere, over the rainbow . . . .
To capture a rainbow is magical and one of nature’s beautiful gifts that never ceases to amaze me.
Monet . . . .
Nothing that we create can compare to the images in the sky overhead on a daily basis, if we observe.
Mirror . . . .
The sky reflected in water is enhanced by the faint ripples from the breeze.
Now you see it . . . .
If not for the sun’s late rays, these clouds would not appear to be visible to the naked eye but floating along on the breeze.
Farewell . . . .
Exit stage right, enter a new line of cloud formations on the left that portend a change in the atmosphere.
Leaving on a jet plane . . . .
A jet trail picks up the evening sun before dissipating in the atmosphere. The glorious colors are due to scattering of different wavelengths of sunlight.
Indigo Blue . . . .
Not all sunsets are red and gold, some are deep shades of blue and purple.
Lavender Blue . . . .
It is a “dilly dilly” of a sunset. What more can I say?
Abstract . . . .or Impressionism?
Interpreting the clouds is a great way to spend some time. Is this white fluffy cotton? Are the dark images feathers mixed with goose down? Does smoke cloud the picture’s edge? A few seconds in time, and then it changes and is gone. Poof!
Homestead . . . .
A dark layer of grey sits on these Cumulonimbus clouds beginning to form on the horizon. On this day I was touring the site of the old family homestead at Nine Mile and watching the clouds form, thinking it would not be good to be caught on the open prairie in a storm. Deeply rutted dirt roads make for a wild ride.
Harbinger of spring . . . .
A young mass of Cumulonimbus clouds erupting through the trees. The trees appear budding out but have no leaves, which would indicate the potential for rain showers in early May. Warmer spring temperatures bring these “thunder” cloud formations that we are always watchful of, as they often produce hail and sometimes even tornadoes.
cotton candy . . . .
A dreamy sight in the late afternoon sky filled with Mammatus clouds reminiscent of cotton candy. What could be more beautiful?
A fiery sunset appears to be burning in the late day sky.