Storm clouds forming in the distance on the way to a dive in the Florida Keys. This has become one of my favorite photos. I am sure it has much esthetic value which I will need someone more conversant with language to describe. A poet perhaps.
Back at the ranch, (this was taken during vacation) , perhaps the analogy is to the brewing storm where I currently work. The annual preparation for wackings are producing the budding rumour mill and angst they usually do at this time of year. Not angst on my part; I sleep like a baby; but in others that worry about such things.
[tags]Key Biscayne, Julio Hernandez-Miyares[/tags]
