#310 of 365 Top coat, top hat and I don't worry cause my wallets fat. Black shades, white gloves, lookin' sharp, lookin' for love. They come runnin' just as fast as they can ... ... 'cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
The drive past the cemetery / mortuary this afternoon on the way to work revealed a sky filled with the skeletal remains of mile-long snakes, cotton candy wisps and the aftermath of God having plowed the heavens with His humongous John Deere.
Needless to say: The cloud formations were amazing Monday afternoon.
Unfortunately, Rupe forgot his camera.
Enter the trusty, shaky cellphone with its cameratic ability to snip a scene on the fly.