When parked in the lot of a favorite supermarket one day last week, typing, as usual, in my car, a man approached my window, gesturing toward the sky.
If not for the thoughtful stranger, I would have missed the most memorable rainbow I have ever witnessed. The full bow stretched high across the sky, every color visible in detail. A bright rosy glow appeared for a time in the center of the arch. I’ve never seen that effect before.
Two days later, as I drove up the lane that leads to lot, at precisely the same time as the rainbow had appeared, I noted that the atmospheric conditions seemed oddly similar to those on that evening when the rainbow filled the sky with wonder.
Sure enough, when I turned my gaze toward the east, there was the base of a rainbow as vivid as the one that was there the other day. What are the chances? I wondered. The spot where the twin phenoenon touched the ground appeared to be identical. Perhaps I should locate the business that sells lottery tickets situated closest to that point.
This photo is from about a week or so ago. Driving home between eight and nine pm, I found this cloud formation intriguing. The lovely light dropping over the edge of the curved, dark cloud created an interesting contrast.
This plant trails without invitation, but earns appreciation, as it flows through flowerbeds, trees, piles of things that should be discarded, filling the joyous evening air of June with it’s sweet, rich scent . . .
What a cool challenge. Thought I’d have to search for a subject, but a quick check at my memory card revealed this shot not two weeks old. Another of my wave-bourne lake treasures, like the tiny pieces of sea glass I tuck in a pocket to remember serene moments spent strolling the shore.
Twisted branches and tiny lines create a complex work of art.