On many days a haze covers the mountains in the distance. They become all gray and shrouded and it is hard to see how beautiful they are. In fact, sometimes the air is so thick I can’t see them at all. But after a thunder storm the air clears and I can see the bright colors of their foliage blending into a rich purple-blue. The nooks and crannies of hide-away rocks become visible and the sheer majesty of the God-sculptures almost take my breath away.

After the storm……..