The distant foothills west of my home are almost completely enveloped in gray clouds as this current low-pressure system works its way through the area. Another low-pressure center will follow on its heels, according to the National Weather Service.
Taking a very short walk this morning, the cold, damp air smelled reminiscent of my Michigan heritage.
It reminds me of standing alone in the wood both as a child and an adult listening to and watching the tall trees sway in unison high above me as though performing a beautiful ballet of nature. I will never escape who I am, nor my northern roots.
That is a beautiful childhood memory, John.
Thanks very much, Lavinia, I still recall clearly some moments from this at about 4 or 5 years of age. Or, 1965 or 1966. And as a growed-up!
It is coming…the weather changes… beautiful photographs. Thank you dear John, Love, nia
Thanks again, dear Nia! Yep, this nonsense will be gone soon enough but it’s raining very heavy right now. So glad my roof doesn’t leak!