We are back in the thunderstorm cycle. The cool weather feels great and who can say no to a little extra water in the middle of the summer? We had a great one where I happened to be today. The light was magical and the thunderhead was brooding and ominous and kicked out enough electricity to make us decide to stop fishing for about twenty minutes and watch the show. The smells too are magical when it rains this time of year. A cross of wild roses and sage and sweetgrass. Moose tracks were filled with water. Daring or naive swallows bolted through the dangerous sky.
Even without lightning this sky says enough:
For those who are wishing I would post a few more in color: