An afternoon shower presented a regal rainbow for our viewing outside the motor home. I see the pot of gold behind the bush, don’t you?
A recent snowstorm last Friday fell in Flagstaff. Accumulations reached a record-breaking 14 feet (4.3 meters). 60 miles away, up in the elevated mining town of Jerome, I took a picture of the San Francisco Peaks. I have never seen them completely covered.
Sitting on a bluff in our motor home, the winter clouds fill up the big sky with the depth and breadth of unique cloud formations. This is my kind of drama. We sit in the late afternoons and watch the day transform into the night. Which shot do you like best?