Cloud shrouded sunrise gave way to darker clouds rolling in from the south. The wind picked up and the dogs and I took to the beach in search of ?? whatever we might find. Lightning bolts zapped from cloud to sea surface and thunder rumbled across the water. Still no rain.
We looked at shells, watched brown boobies soar on the currents and pelicans chase pangas that were racing back to marina trying to outrun the storm. Buster picked up another feather. Shorty tipped his white toes into the water.
About an hour later, the wind crested and the storm rumbled through. Ampified thunder bounced between island and the peninsula and BIG drops started to fall.
It as almost as if I could hear the earth sigh. A long time ago, I had produced a photo series called, “The Desert Dreams of Water.” There is such magic in the desert landscape – a flash opening into scents that remain sequestered under the hot son. The blend of sea smells and the moist landscape is nearly hypnotic.
As with most summer storms, the darkness passed – almost too quickly – and left a whitish grey cloud clover with soft drops that continue to fall. Can’t wait to see the rage of flowers in the next week.
Baja Dreaming 