Went home for lunch and whipped out another prelude to a dust storm scene. This scene is earlier in the day as Powhattan Clark's scout takes Remington and crew up on the mesas coming out of the Salt River Canyon. Big thunderheads are already building up on the Mogollon Rim:
This is not an exageration, as these suckers stack straight up in August, dropping rain up on the rim and mostly dust storms on the rest of us. Ha.
Some of my fondest memories of growing up in Arizona are the almost daily thunderstorms that visit us in August.
Speaking of memories, Mike Torres sent me a short video of Kathy and I dancing to "All Right Now" at the Fairgrounds at the Exits Exit a couple weeks ago. I'll post that video tomorrow, plus a strange, and possibly evil Iowa twin of mine.
"Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth but not its twin."