Hello Everyone! Welcome to this month’s Wandering Camera.  Winter is full of birthdays at our home.  Mine was in early January.  I like to spend it quietly hiking with my camera, and eating my favourite meal cooked by my husband.  This year he got me a pair of snowshoes, and, serendipitously, there was a huge snow storm just a few days before my birthday.  Naturally, I had to spend it at Yosemite.

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Every October, my attention gets blown around like a leaf in the wind and I continuously find myself in the midst of stories, but not necessarily stories made of words.  This Wandering Camera reflects that.

One late afternoon, with rain clouds outside my window, I was practising painting a sunrise after a clearing storm over the mountains of a distant land.  Unintentionally I tend to I create shapes in the painted clouds.  This time I painted a peacock.

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This month I get to share a few clearing storm photos from the Sierra Mountains with you.  This is at my most favourite campgroud there.  It is at just over 10,000 feet in elevation.  Days stay cool, and nights get very cold.  Weather changes here frequently. 

Sometimes, if you are lucky, beautiful Mother Nature treats you with a rainstorm, which sets the sky on fire.  The ground reflects that light.  The smell of petrichor envelopes you.  You stand there unsure if the chill in your spine is caused by the cool wind or the spectacular drama that is unfolding around you.

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We have been having such a wonderful October here that I have been having the time of my life with my camera.  Weekend before last, we had a fantastic storm with heavy gusts of wind.  I was painting in my room at the time, but finally I just had to bundle up in warm clothing, put my Wellies on and head out with an umbrella.

Leaves swaying heavily in gusts of wind

I walked quite a few miles all on my own before heading back home.  The gusts were so strong that my poor umbrella was hardly able to keep up.  I was so mesmerized by the sound of rain pattering on my umbrella, the singing of the rain under the grove of oak trees, the swishing of the wind and the vibrant colours of the sky that I never realised how wet I got.

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