This blog is about the sky, about clouds, about color, about nature's penchant for the dramatic, about the terror of thundering skies, and the pursuit of icy heights by billowing white towers of mist.
Just clouds and skies and whatever gets between them and me.
It's also about whatever the moment inspires me to write.
A prismatic effect of some sort caused the bright streak through the sky the other night. It almost looks like someone was signing their work of art. --steve buser
This about the slipperyness of sundown. Leaving behind it shining on the puddles of the day, the sun silently slides to the safety of the night. (Beaumont, TX)
--steve buser
Heading into a hefty thunderstorm on my way back into New Orleans one day. The clouds were shouting darkness at me, probably trying to get me to turn around.
--steve bus
The sun concedes the blues and greens first, and lastly the oranges and roses, over Lake Conroe. We were there for the weekend to support our son Charlie in a half-Ironman race at La Torretta Del Lago. This was our first trip there since the new owners took over and gave the place a new make-over.
This was a few days ago when a line of heavy showers was powering down on downtown Beaumont, just as I was heading out for lunch. The buildings are so bright because the sun was still shining behind me. However, it took me a few seconds to get my camera ready for the shot. In that time, I lost the real brightness of the scene.
--steve buser