A strong cold front with a howling low for a chaser lumbered through on Thursday and Friday. Ahead of the storms, the skies became rather striking, especially with the fall colors. The cottonwoods peaked here this past weekend, where there are cottonwoods. The Bradford pears have not quite gotten red yet.
That’s the actual color of the sky. The photo above didn’t catch the depth and the variety of blue, white, and grey overhead. It had been even more dramatic when I went out, but by the time I returned to the house, got my phone camera, and went to a location free of cars, happy hounds, and flying footballs, well . . .
It’s hard to say which is more dramatic. The locust trees in color, or the bare branches against a full moon, or against heavy, white clouds . . .