Early in the morning, when the sun comes up.
Yes. 7:04 am. That’s when the all seeing dog just had to go for a walk. I think she knew something that I didn’t. She used her ESP to know that the sky with this wonderfully backlighted cloud would be one of the first things that we would see.
In the “industry,” this cloud would almost be called a “god ray.” But, not quite. A true god ray would have streaks of light reaching to the heavens.
It’s nature in all her glowing wonder.
Speaking of nature.
She’s on her 2020 roll.
We have not one, but two, major storms heading towards us. If the predictions are correct, they will make landfall as Category 1 hurricanes. At this point, NOAA predicts that one will graze Florida and make landfall in Alabama. The second will head for Texas and eventually hit Houston.
Both storms could change course. They could head for us. They could roll around each other and become one big storm. Or, they could change direction entirely.
The mayor says that if we are given an evacuation order we have to go. Go to where? CoVide19 has already got us pinned down. I say, screw that, and we are staying. We are prepared. We have generators, a BBQ for cooking, bottled water, storm lights and storm shutters.
Or, we might just get outer band winds and some rain.
I probably shouldn’t get political but I will. No matter who gets hit this will just be another thing that the soon-to-be ousted president will fail at fixing. There. I said it.
You know how I made this picture. I got up at a little before 7am. What? There’s a seven in the morning now? When did they start that?
Sophie got me out early this morning too. There was another cloud drifting by. It was almost like this one, but not as powerful. The light was sparkly and pretty. It’s also fairly cool for August. I suppose that I should go to bed earlier, or just stay up, and get outside before 6am. The light is wonderful.
All I need is a double shot of caffeine, a camera and a dog.
Stay safe. Stay mighty. Look after each other. Enjoy every dressed roast beef po’boy.