Farewell to the Monsoon
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dancinghorseNot that it's really left yet; we're looking at rain chances all week, thanks to former Hurricane Hilary (Hillary the cat says he is much fluffier and warmer, which is true), but there are signs that even our endless Southwestern summer is winding down.
In downloading a backlog of photos from the camera, I found some photos from our summer--kickass rainbows and serious coolness of clouds. So of course I thought, Photoblog!
Here, under the cut, are a few of the more interesting ones. That's what our sky is like from June through September, give or take a fair number of cloudless days and a very few actual grey-and-rainy days. Maybe one or two of those. Just to mix it up.
Also, as a bonus, the Birthday Rose has been blooming in spurts--as they do. It's taking a rest now but should bloom again in November.
This is actually from the late winter--storm cloud sitting on Rincon Peak, the day before Pooka's birthday. Yes, that's snow. But the cloud sitting on the mountain is typical of its species all year long.
On the Fourth of July came the full-on monsoon. Two weeks in, it gave us a spectacular double rainbow.
August was stingy with the rain but spectacular with the clouds, lightning, and sunsets. Here's a classic from late in the month. To the west, this:
And turning around toward the north:
Somewhat later, as the dark started to fall, we had this:
In between the two, Tia pointed out that there were some amazing mammatus clouds right, you know, there.
That was some spectacular evening.
And of course there cannot be blogging without Obligatory Cat PrOn.
First, Hillary (Not The Hurricane) and Trouble practicing their sleeping skills.
We decorate, here, with live cats. Minnow models the golden-platter option. Cats are well above silver, after all.
And finally, the Birthday Rose in situ (aka the only shelf the cats don't jump up on for a quick bite of salad).
I had to cut the roses just as the buds opened, otherwise the wind would flash-dry them and I'd have insta-dried roses. The relentless hundred-degree-plus heat did odd things to their coloring: they were mostly pink. In normal conditions they're bluish lavender, and they dry to a lovely mauve color.
In downloading a backlog of photos from the camera, I found some photos from our summer--kickass rainbows and serious coolness of clouds. So of course I thought, Photoblog!
Here, under the cut, are a few of the more interesting ones. That's what our sky is like from June through September, give or take a fair number of cloudless days and a very few actual grey-and-rainy days. Maybe one or two of those. Just to mix it up.
Also, as a bonus, the Birthday Rose has been blooming in spurts--as they do. It's taking a rest now but should bloom again in November.
This is actually from the late winter--storm cloud sitting on Rincon Peak, the day before Pooka's birthday. Yes, that's snow. But the cloud sitting on the mountain is typical of its species all year long.
On the Fourth of July came the full-on monsoon. Two weeks in, it gave us a spectacular double rainbow.
August was stingy with the rain but spectacular with the clouds, lightning, and sunsets. Here's a classic from late in the month. To the west, this:
And turning around toward the north:
Somewhat later, as the dark started to fall, we had this:
In between the two, Tia pointed out that there were some amazing mammatus clouds right, you know, there.
That was some spectacular evening.
And of course there cannot be blogging without Obligatory Cat PrOn.
First, Hillary (Not The Hurricane) and Trouble practicing their sleeping skills.
We decorate, here, with live cats. Minnow models the golden-platter option. Cats are well above silver, after all.
And finally, the Birthday Rose in situ (aka the only shelf the cats don't jump up on for a quick bite of salad).
I had to cut the roses just as the buds opened, otherwise the wind would flash-dry them and I'd have insta-dried roses. The relentless hundred-degree-plus heat did odd things to their coloring: they were mostly pink. In normal conditions they're bluish lavender, and they dry to a lovely mauve color.
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Date: 2011-10-02 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:35 am (UTC)a lot. I look to see what the weather was/is in Tucson every day.
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-03 05:55 am (UTC)(And I think the guy who named them had a fixation. Breasts? Really? By the hundreds across the sky? Sheesh.)
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Date: 2011-10-03 11:57 am (UTC)