Grand Chrismatic Spring
Two years ago, I went to Yellowstone. I have visited many of the national parks and somehow Yellowstone didn't much impress me compared to the Grand Canyon or Yosemite, say—it felt like a Disneyland of a place. Perhaps the pace of my visit was too quick to absorb it all. This is one of the (supposedly) most impressive of locations in Yellowstone—I found it garish and unconvincing (I know, that makes no sense—it is after all, what it is). The colors still strike me as "too much," but I see now a little bit more what people find attractive about it.
Higher number of COVID-19 cases each day (due to testing, according to the governor—the best comment I saw on this claim last week was that's like saying we have higher temps because we have more thermometers), high 90s temperatures during the day last week, no rain, and haze from the African desert: life as we know it now. A little respite, a little peace, and a little quiet, that's what we could use—how about some time at the beach?
Late afternoons here in summer bring clouds, rain, lightening, but at sunset especially fascinating combinations and hues of color. I may do a series to show just how varied these evening skies can be. This one is from yesterday.
The summer pattern is here: heat, humidity, and storms in the late afternoon. I am fascinated by the forms, movements and often spectacular performances clouds take on—as here. Even under the exhausting summer sun, there is beauty to be found, if we look for it.