We enjoyed the shelter of Bill’s house while we watched the weather. We saw snow flurries and felt gale force winds. Our of the big picture window we saw tumbleweeds chasing one another across the landscape. Sometimes it was sunny but cold but mostly dark overcast until late afternoon. The next few days promise to be chilly but sunny days.
In Denver a few years back I went to the front range. From there I saw a front move over the city. I drove out of Denver in cool bright sunshine. As I drove back, I drove through rain and then snow. When the snow quit is rained for a short period which froze into ice as the sun went down in a dark sky. Leaving my hotel room that evening, the world had been painted white. Walking to the bus the next day the sky was clear and the trees and buildings had been covered with ice. It was a beautiful sight and it made me understand how inconsequential we are in the great scheme of things. You’re experience reminds me of this time from my past almost forgotten.
Ever since its debut on Broadway the two of us have wanted to see “Wicked the Musical”. Today we realized that dream. In the Apollo Victoria Theater in London’s West End we were witness to the incredible prequel to The Wizard of Oz, the story of the Glinda the Good and the Wicked Witch of the West.
London’s National Portrait Gallery’s temporary exhibition, “Six Lives: The Stories of Henry VIII’s Queens” presents an amazing collection of portraits, jewelry, personal effects, books, costumes, and more to illustrate not only the lives of the six women who married the second Tudor king, but the effort across five centuries to keep their memory alive.
The purpose of our trek to Strawberry Hill House in Twickenham in the southwest of London was to see a recently recovered bronze bust of the Emperor Caligula but we discovered so much more in the recently restored 18th Century “little Gothic castle” built by Horace Walpole.
That is a scary but awe-inspiring picture! It’s amazing what mother nature does!
In Denver a few years back I went to the front range. From there I saw a front move over the city. I drove out of Denver in cool bright sunshine. As I drove back, I drove through rain and then snow. When the snow quit is rained for a short period which froze into ice as the sun went down in a dark sky. Leaving my hotel room that evening, the world had been painted white. Walking to the bus the next day the sky was clear and the trees and buildings had been covered with ice. It was a beautiful sight and it made me understand how inconsequential we are in the great scheme of things. You’re experience reminds me of this time from my past almost forgotten.
That photo reminds me of hiking out at Philmont and watching rain clouds move in the distance.