Rain nearly obliterating the mountain in the distance.
Butch and I watched the mountain disappear as the rain turned into a downpour.
As the rain dissipated, the mountain returned to view.
These photos were taken from a shelter. About two hours later a thunderstorm hit, and there was no nearby shelter for escape.
1 comment:
ummm... I'm usually on a bike ride when a gully washer hits. (Syracuse, Hemlock lake,& Pittsford come to mind)
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