At the end of another day of heavy rain, this time with thunder and hail, the clouds at last began to roll away. Great billows of mist spread up from the river under the clearing sky, about nine in the evening. Even bad weather can be beautiful.
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Gorgeous photos, Beastie!
Gosh, what a picture, DB! Wonderful….
DBeastie! You have *utterly* outdone yourself with this image. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in ages. Hats off to you … absolutely glorious.
Is that 9pm? We’re pitch black by then! Lovely pic and I don’t mind bad weather myself, as long as I’m not out in it!
A truly beautiful image.
Thank you all for your kind comments. I happened to see this phenomenon out of the window and jumped for my camera. It really was stunning.
Alaine, as we near midsummer it barely gets properly dark at all here. The northern sky is still a pale greenish-blue at midnight, and we go up to bed without needing to turn the lights on. Of course, in winter it gets dark in the middle of the afternoon!
Gorgeous photo db – you should enter a competition with that one.
Stunning picture! So atmospheric.
Thank you both. I’m glad you like it – I just got lucky.
Breathtakingly beautiful! Sometimes it takes dramatic weather to create such beautiful panoramas.
Yes, blue-sky weather is a bit of a postcard cliche, isn’t it. I’m a cloud-spotter at heart.
Where I live many people come up on clear sunny days to see the mountains. But I prefer the storm-drama, the low clouds caught in trees, the mystery of what might be up there in the storm, walking the tops of crags. It fires my imagination. I especially love times like you caught in this photo, when the light comes in under the clouds and illuminates everything. That shade of sunlight is only seen when it gets stirred up with moisture in the air, and if I were a painter I’d struggle to duplicate that shade. Glad we have cameras!
Hi Lisa, nice to hear from you. I completely agree with you about the weather. When I am showing people our hills in the Highlands, I usually feel I should apologise if it isn’t a blue cloudless day; but really I prefer the atmospheric qualities of mist and low cloud, which I think suit the Scottish hills better.
I’m interested in what you say about the colour of the light being affected by the moisture in the air. I’d never really thought about that before. I’ll be looking out for it now…
It’s like the light becomes a deeper gold, or maybe it’s just the contrast with the dark clouds. A friend swims in our snow-melt white water river, and she says she can tell when fall has arrived because the light underwater changes, too, deepening into that darker gold. She wonders if it isn’t tannins from all the leaves falling into the water, but we decided not to mar the magic of it with too much science. You’re right about mist suiting the Scottish hills better; always reminds me of one of my favorite old songs: ‘The Mist Covered Mountains” which I’m sure you’re familiar with.
Haven’t heard that in years – thanks for reminding me! 🙂
Wow, what a beautiful reminder that there is still beauty in the midst of a storm and right after it just like life. 🙂 I love the photo. It’s stunning indeed.
Yes indeed, it makes a good metaphor for life. Thank you for pointing that out, I really like it!