This Monday has been a day of clouds. Every now and then the sun would find an opening and blaze down for a few seconds before darting behind clouds as thick as wood smoke.
As Jilda prepared lunch, I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few things. As I Pulled out of our driveway a spit of ran speckled my windshield and I flipped on the wipers. After a few swishes, the dry windshield made them squawk like a hoarse duck.
A few miles from our house, I passed a pasture with a pond and yellow flowers blooming. The clouds in the distance looked threatening but experience has taught me that these particular clouds are more for show.
No one was behind me, so I pulled to the side of the road. A quick check in the rearview confirmed that it was still all clear behind, so I stepped over to the fence and snapped a few frames. I waited a few minutes to see if the sun made an appearance, but it didn't want to cooperate so I shot the cloudy picture.
It looked better than I thought it would and I didn't get any today that was better so there.
My blog tonight is about a picture.