The western sky yesterday from the Loop 534 bridge. And, no, I should not have been taking this while driving.

As you’ve no doubt seen from past posts, which may have featured a photo of it as mere eye candy, the sky here is dramatic. It plays the lead, not a supporting, role. Its soliloquies — torrential rain, blood-orange sunsets, glowering clouds — are heard as baritone declarations and soprano descants.

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