In the Midwest we often joke that, “if you don’t like the weather, wait 15 minutes.” It sure felt like that today.
The fog was so thick during my morning commute that I questioned the safety of driving. Caring about safety as I do, I pulled over and took some photos. (Because as we know, the safest place during any crisis is behind a camera.)
By the time I reached work the fog had burned off and it was a beautiful morning. I expected the same sunshine as I exited my office, but instead was greeted by an ominous roiling sky.
If it had been 15 or 20 degrees warmer, I would have worried about a tornado; all the signs were there.
But nothing came of the bulbous mammatus clouds, which followed me home for a bit and then dissipated in my rear-view mirror.
They were soon replaced by a sunset that defied description. I swear on the bones of my forebears that these JPEGs are exactly what came out of my camera — no Photoshop, except to add a border.
And of course I was witnessing this magnificent scene in a shopping-mall parking lot. AAARGH.
Something tells me this isn’t the last of the fireworks though: It’s only February 21. Anything could happen! And if I’m lucky, I’ll be there to witness it with my camera.