As you’ve no doubt seen from past posts, which may have featured a photo of it as mere eye candy, the sky here is dramatic. It plays the lead, not a supporting, role. Its soliloquies — torrential rain, blood-orange sunsets, glowering clouds — are heard as baritone declarations and soprano descants.
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Over-50 California-bred, New York-born-and-raised today-Texan. Husband of artist-wife and proud dad of three fabulous sons. Writer. Surfer. Innovator of “spaghetti-western cuisine.” View all posts by Howard Freeman