The skies around New Orleans got angry and punch their chest and billowed their clouds. They swarmed around the sun and blew out its light. But they couldn't keep up their ire, so that the sun was able to break through and regain its strength. In the end the winds pushed the clouds away over the sunset and the night came up pink and golden, then purple.--steve buser
10 comments:
What you capture in picture and words leaves me breathless!!
Awesome work.
Wow...WOW! Magnificent!
Wonderful . Thanks to you and Mother nature (or the Great Architect of the Universe).
Gorgeous!
Wonderful image and the descriptive text is marvellous. You really are very talented.
Stunning photograph - and commentary. Absolutely fabulous, Steve.
Incredible photograph. Did you end up getting a belly washer?
Steve, your photos are always excellent, but I always enjoy your poetic posts! Thank you!
Wow what a wonderful capture!
Fantastic. such bliss.
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