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"I've looked at clouds from both sides now . . ."

On the way home from work I snapped a few pictures of what appeared to be a snow-capped mountain hovering above Northern Virginia -- our own version of an ephemeral Mt. Rainier.

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Those are great. You can see God's beauty in everyday. You just have to stop and smell the roses. Your cloud pictures remind me of when we were kids in Arizona seeing Grandma and Grandpa in the summertime watching thunderheads come across the desert totally colored with pinks and oranges. They virtually had no white in them - solid color . I remember that to this day. Occaisionally, one would pass overhead and dump buckets of water. I love the smell to this day. Those are great pictures of Sydney too. Another great example of God's beauty. I'm so proud of the way you raised these girls to be beautiful young ladies. I still have the eagle and the USS Constitution and others. I sold the wave, but I'm going to be busy doing commission work for the next few weeks.
Those are great. You can see God's beauty in everyday. You just have to stop and smell the roses. Your cloud pictures remind me of when we were kids in Arizona seeing Grandma and Grandpa in the summertime watching thunderheads come across the desert totally colored with pinks and oranges. They virtually had no white in them - solid color . I remember that to this day. Occaisionally, one would pass overhead and dump buckets of water. I love the smell to this day. Those are great pictures of Sydney too. Another great example of God's beauty. I'm so proud of the way you raised these girls to be beautiful young ladies. I still have the eagle and the USS Constitution and others. I sold the wave, but I'm going to be busy doing commission work for the next few weeks.
Scott said…
Agreed. I can also recall a few Arizona memories/visions. Dramatic clouds overhead and on the horizon, etc.

Yes, Sydney is another vision of beauty and grace.

I LOVE your painting, the Wave. Good one! REALLY good one. You have a gift.

Scott

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