Jaci Dawn

You can hum the song to yourself or crank up some Judy Collins, be my guest.

We had three lovely days in a row, two of them on a weekend. Monday evening, the clouds rolled in. I wondered if we would get a sunset.

That’s “iffy” here, on the west slope of the Cascade Mountain range. I grew up on the east slopes of mountains, and sunsets were commonplace. Here, they are extremely rare and never quite as spectacular as those in the Great Basin.

I decided that even if we didn’t get a sunset, watching the changes in the clouds was well worth the time – and photography. The winds in the atmosphere were high, altering the shape and distorting the light in the cumulus clouds coming from the southwest. If I captured nothing else, I might capture the light – and as an artist, I could only hope to do that much!

So I sat on the steps with my buddy, Harvey (who was feeling all kinds of better) and I snapped photos.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the wind died. The drastic difference in atmospheric pressure and temperature evened out and the clouds dissipated. We did not get the hoped-for sunset, but we did get a bit of color.

I don’t feel the way about love the way the singer in the song does, but, clouds…