I looked out of my window yesterday evening and this caught my eye –
I’ve seen the sun and the clouds work together to do this regularly at this time of year and I knew I was in for a treat.
It brought back to my mind a C S Lewis story about a blind man who starts to be able to see, and having heard so much about light he asks people to show him light, but everyone points to light sources not to light itself.
When the clouds part slightly to let these great shafts of sunlight emerge it really does feel like we are looking at light itself. It’s great ART isn’t it?
Then once the show is over, and the sun has disappeared down behind the mountains, it does this little encore, throwing red flares up into the sky to bring a rosy glow to the clouds. Phew!
Heroes Not Zombies 
This brought up a recall for me. I’m always struck when that happens.
When I was a little girl (a very sad, frightened little girl), I used to think that those sunbeams were God looking down on us, and I would wish that we could drive through one so that God would notice me and, maybe, help.
I feel such compassion for that little girl now, and I’m happy to say that she DID get help. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to think such things this morning, Doc.
Nice captures – love the sun beams – haven’t seen those in a while. Good luck.
Nice series, and the ‘after party’ is a great capstone. A reminder that sometimes even when you’ve seen the main show, waiting around can add a few surprises.