|Storm over the Rockies|
"The sun'll come out tomorrow bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun." ~ Annie Bennett
During a peaceful day in the Front Range foothills, the big peaks became embroiled in a picturesque snowstorm. Unwilling to yield, rays of rebellious light continued to stream through the wild blue yonder.
Full of obvious indifference, great gray clouds descended onto the scene. The outlook turned ominous almost instantly as the gradual process of image disintegration occurred before my very eyes.
As the turbulent weather continued, mountains melted into the tempestuous firmament. The beautiful beginning forecasted a picture-perfect future but after the promising start, just like that, the sun was gone.
|A peaceful day in the foothills|
|The big peaks|
|Embroiled in a picturesque storm|
|Clouds began to gather|
|Dark clouds descend|
|The outlook turned ominous|
|Mountains melted into the firmament|
|The sun will come out tomorrow|