The Last Day of Winter

A Photo Essay

I have not adjusted these photos.

Five-forty p.m.

The Cascades don’t hide as often as Rainier. The Mountain creates its own weather. It and the Pacific Ocean both have a major effect on our climate here in Western Washington.

Seconds later than the first photo.

I love big, billowy clouds like these. Clouds make the sky more interesting, even when they’re gray. As long as they’re not a flat gray, like dirty sheets.

Fifteen minutes later as darkness falls
Same time as the above photo. I love these two trees, they seem like stalwart friends.
About seven minutes later, just after six. I’m so fortunate to have this grand view of trees and sky from my balcony.
Just after six. The clouds look even more threatening.

As I write this, it’s four hours later and no storm has materialized. I can see that the sky is still cloudy, but it looks much tamer now. There’s a broad dark band across the horizon. The sky looks grayer to the north, more blue to the south, toward Rainier, which has been hiding in the clouds all day.

The clouds were nearly as interesting during the middle of the day, not tumultuous at all.

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