Mighty oppressive out. High 111, overnight lows in the low eighties. As I'm fond of telling everyone, this is the weather that keeps out the riff raff.
However, one of the positive by products of this severe weather is the big clouds that come our way. Here is a study I did last night of a careening thunderhead over Skull Mesa, north of our house:
Big and broiling, floating mountains, two miles high. As much as I'd like to join my neighbors up in the cool pines of the Mogollon Rim, the trade off is getting to witness these wonders.
Doing these little summer cloud studies is therapy for me. It actually relaxes me. Sometimes this makes me feel guilty with so many art assignments on my plate, but I can't help it. It's almost instinctual. Gee I wonder what ol' Burke has to say about this?
"Good instincts usually tell you what to do long before your head has figured it out."
—Michael Burke
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