Not really. It was over by the time I took these. This was the sky when I went back, less than an hour after I wrote, to let the horses out onto the pasture. When I opened the gate (after breathing dire threats at the pushy 1000 pound things about waiting till I was ready), Sophie dived through the gate – which was not open enough – and drove that sucker right back into my face with the full force of her power launched run. Thought my face was broken – and my leg. But there’s not even a bruise. Maybe I should just go back to bed.
Shot with my iPhone. Composition: pure dumb luck.
When I went home fifteen minutes later, the sky was a solid, sullen gray. Lots of wind up there. I flopped down at my desk and, staring at the original of this shot, decided that the only thing in life I’ve really got a handle on is pixels, so I spent the next hour removing the hideous electrical lines that run down that street instead of serving the poor or relieving suffering in the world. Next, I’m going to go sit on the floor and feel distinctly sorry for myself.
But here is something. Look at the shot below (wait – I moved it up – too hard to compare with all the words between) and you can see what I mean about UGLY. Then look back up at the one I edited – it’s almost like painting in that complex a subject matter. I will tell you a secret: I took a page out of Buehners’ children’s books (if you’ve never read any, I am very, very sorry for you – try Fanny’s Dream) and hid an animal in the clouds. It is, of course, a horse. (That should keep you out of the glue for a few minutes, Rach.)
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