When I visited my parents' house last week it had been raining the night before and as I drove into Santee it looked like the land and the sky belonged to two different days.
It's been my favourite kind of skies lately for photographs--big, dark, patchy clouds with lots of sun peeking through. I just haven't had time to go out looking for photos. One of these days I'll need to go the beach nearby. I have stale bread, maybe I can find some birds to give it to.
A couple nights ago I saw this daddy-long-legs enjoying a snack on my ceiling:
That sure made the place feel like home.