You could see it coming, deep on the horizon. The serendipity. Photographers chase light, and in the summer months that means late evenings followed by super early mornings. On this day, just outside of Taos, the drama would present itself mid-day. Dark clouds developed, storm cells etching themselves onto the sky. Lightning began to dance across the sage laden plains. I pulled over on New Mexico Highway 522 and took in the display.
He makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth; he sends lightning with the rain and brings out the wind from his storehouses. Psalm 135:7