Speaking as a photographer, fewer things are more beautiful than the skies after a storm. We got more proof of that today. We had more power outages this week than in the past eight or nine years. Things are changing, but one thing is the same: the morning after a wicked storm, the skies are gorgeous.

The sky brightened and opened up suddenly in the early afternoon before the high winds and intermittent downpours that lasted all night and through the morning.

Then, all of a sudden, Maria looked up into the sky and gasped. I saw what she saw: a beautiful rainbow passing right over our heads at the back of our pasture. Mother Nature takes, and she gives back, reminding us of innate beauty and creativity.

We rushed out into the open pasture for a better view. We found the right spot.  It was the most beautiful rainbow either of us had seen.

We just stood there staring. I had my Leica wide-angle lens over my shoulder. It was the right one. Rainbows are challenging to capture; few lenses can catch them and their different colors. My Leica wide angle gave it a good shot.

She sometimes tells us what we might be losing if we don’t care for her. She sends a rainbow. It held in the sky for about six or seven minutes and disappeared beneath a cloud. Thanks to our mother, the earth,  for this beautiful gift.

The storms leave the most beautiful skies behind as they leave.

I caught the sky when it stopped raining, and the skies opened up. St. Joseph, our headless saint in the yard,  did it again.