Makin’ Faces

The Doors are doing Riders on the Storm

I was sitting on the deck finishing up the day with two fingers of something old and smokey. It was supposed to storm here in Johns Creek, Georgia, USA. I love a good storm. I was pecking on my MacBook Air but the words were coming hard on the next chapter of the current novel. I could see my oldest friend sitting in front of the screen over in Oregon drumming his fingers in anticipation of the ding. OK. Not really. Much more likely he was involved in something much more useful like taking a nap or chillin’ in the Jacuzzi. I set aside my computer and picked up my iPhone 13 Pro and watched the cloud folks go by.

Above, I captured a gnarly old clown. Next up was an Elvis impersonator, I think.

I saw Cochise riding an avalanche of darkening clouds into the sunset. His wind-swept hair was a vague rainbow of colors.

A will-o’-the-wisp chasing a reclining Jimmy Durante was the next in the line of folks drifting by northwest/southeast at maybe 5 mph.