Beautiful evening. I went Sacred Harp singing for the first time in years. I was not the only one there going for the first time in a very long time. I forgot so much, but much came rushing back. Oh, yeah, we sing notes first, and oh, yeah, the notes have names. I wonder what they are. Managed a bit over an hour, and my voice began to give out. Quite hoarse, I've not been singing. Certainly not full voice. Watched the clouds coming home, and snatched D out to gaze with me. He is always glad to join me.
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Beautiful clouds. The anvil usually (but not always) means loud, flashy thunderstorms around here, especially in July and August. We've had two thus far.
I love watching clouds at sunset for the colors they take on.
Good snaps, these.
Fetch my plane; may not be back for a while. (Gorgeous skyscapes.)
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