As I was driving into town this morning, Black Mountain had a huge cloud tethered to its peak at one end. Looked like a giant Hindenberg snagged by an escarpment.
As soon as I got to the office I did a sketch of it:
On Sunday, Peaches and I went for a walk to check out the great clouds (actually Peaches seemed more interested in coyote droppings), but when we got to the top of Old Stage Road it started to hail and we ran back towards Bev's carport and hid out there until it passed. As I looked back into the eye of the storm this is what it looked like:
Came back to the studio and did a quick study:
I call this one, "Kickin' It For Home." Ha.
Saturday's cloud banks produced this study:
Got some more in various stages of development. All in all, a very productive, inspiring set of storms. Supposed to get another one Saturday, just in time for the Wickenberg Rodeo Parade, which Joey Dillon, Tom Tumas and myself are going to participate in.
Gail Peterson called me last night with the news that Nancy Wagner passed away on Sunday. Evidently it was cancer, not sure what kind. She went quickly. Not too long ago, Nancy gave me her classic collection of sombrero ashtrays which I proudly display in our living room. She was 62.
"When I suffer a setback, I don't think of myself as losing, I'm simpy learning how to win."
—Ted Turner
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