I took a little trip today to a town about thirty miles from here. The morning was golden when I left home, so I stopped to take pictures of the yellow flowers on green fields.
In the distance, I could see a white bank of approaching clouds, like a line of surf heading toward the shore.
The sky was beginning to darken when I arrived, but by the time my shopping was finished and I headed toward home again, there were curly clouds everywhere.
It made for a beautiful sky. I drove past the windmills just so I could get their picture against that swirling, leonine, backdrop.
As I drove west, the skies began to lighten through the clouds