Updated: Sep 29
It happens all the time. It happens every so often. I go outside or, while driving, turn a corner, and I meet the sky. On a spring day in storm season, that meeting can be so wildly diverse from hour to hour that encountering the sky here is very much like encountering Lake Superior up north: one moment it’s dark blue, then it’s black, then it’s pink, the textures and patterns all in motion.
Today for instance: coming home from taking the recyclables in and buying bananas at Checkers (because Tuesday and Thursday are 19 cent banana days), I encountered these purple-blue-gray mammatus clouds moseying east. The sky to the west was turning that shock of blue that comes in between fierce storms.
Later, driving home from the Basehor Public Library, where I gave a talk on how
Coming to where Hwy. 24/40 meets Lawrence, I shot this pink sky out the side window (without looking and while keeping one hand firmly on the wheel). It’s blurry because of the speed, but to me that makes it look even more like what it truly was: a watercolor of spring at its peak.