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
What you capture in picture and words leaves me breathless!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome work.
Wow...WOW! Magnificent!
ReplyDeleteWonderful . Thanks to you and Mother nature (or the Great Architect of the Universe).
ReplyDeleteGorgeous!
ReplyDeleteWonderful image and the descriptive text is marvellous. You really are very talented.
ReplyDeleteStunning photograph - and commentary. Absolutely fabulous, Steve.
ReplyDeleteIncredible photograph. Did you end up getting a belly washer?
ReplyDeleteSteve, your photos are always excellent, but I always enjoy your poetic posts! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWow what a wonderful capture!
ReplyDeleteFantastic. such bliss.
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