A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
I never paid much attention to clouds until I started taking photos of them. Now I realize that every picture I take of the sky, the mountains, and the clouds is a different view, offering many surprises and constant changes in color and formation.
It didn't matter if the weather was 40 below in a blizzard and a whiteout or if Velna's dad was sick or well, when the call came, he was up and gone to the railyard for another trip either to Cheyenne or Rawlins. I never heard him complain.
I asked my wife this morning if she would please repent vicariously of all of my sins. She always is sweet and accommodating so she said "sure." Not sure if this will work, but thought it was worth a try.