A few years ago, my youngest and I, both who love Maxfield Parrish's works, were driving east on a high loop road to the south of town, up against the mountain sort of. It was getting towrds sunset. There were huge, roiling clouds ahead of us, with blue and rosy light reflecting off of them behind them and through them. We both noticed them at the same time and both exclaimed, "Look, it a Maxfield Parrish sky!" Never saw those back East; only seen them here a handful of times.

Last night, as I was trying to go to sleep, I had an overwhelming panic and fear about moving away from the wide and open skies and spaces of the Rocky Mountain West and their great claps of thunder and spears of lightening which brighten the entire sky. They are always dramatic, which suits my passionate nature.

kat