April’s manic aggressive skies riot helter skelter over a rather timid Willamette Valley. They remind me of a hyperactive child who’s discovered a faucet somewhere in the heavens. Within seconds it’s yanked to full blast, resulting in a violent burst of showers, cascading upon the submissive earth below. Moments later the faucets turned politely off, things return to order, and bird song declares its return.
These have been added to the Spring Fling Photo Gallery.