Cloudy skies and foot stomping music

Sure didn’t wander far yesterday, Clouds rolled in and dropped wet stuff all over the valley, the first since I arrived in this high desert. But rain in Arizona is very different from the Ottawa Valley. The gentle showers (albeit continuous throughout the day) were not at all unpleasant. A glance up the mountain told a different story though – heavy snow that closed the main highways. This morning is still cloudy but dry so I’m heading off with my trusty camera to see if I can get that unusual shot of the buttes. Tourists try to capture the bright sun on the red rocks, and rightfully so they are so beautiful. But I want to capture a mood that enters your soul. Today may be the day.

Speaking of soul and holding that special moment – On one of my regular 5am trips outside to let Bailey do her morning pee, a shooting star, spotlight bright, sped across the entire sky following the curvature. It was but a split moment. I see it still.

Sometimes I wander into new experiences and last night was one. I went to a bluegrass concert. Didn’t know much of the music, however, just seeing the skill and dexterity of the performers strumming that banjo and fingering the guitars left me in admiration; man it was amazing. Bluegrass will never be my favourite but I wouldn’t hesitate to go again.