I asked Bill to stop the pickup.
"Haven't taken pictures of any tiger lilies this year," I said while stepping out to the wet roadway.
Moving over to get closer to the lily involved careful selection of where to put my feet to avoid the inch-plus stream running through slight ditch area.
My hiking shoes still came away wet, but that was okay cuz that lily with its water droplets about to let go needed to be captured.
Photographers will risk life and limb and wet shoes sometimes to get those special photos.
We were returning from an evening drive up Rapid Lightning and Trapper Creek Roads.
Our original mission was to drive into the eye of the storm which had been circling around the area most of the day, occasionally letting loose with rumbles and rain.
"We're storm chasers," Bill had said as we left the driveway.
"Yup," I said. As we started up Rapid Lightning Creek Road, it looked as if the storm was dissipating since the dark gray cloud mass had lightened up.
Actually, I think the storm was just taking a breath waiting for its next assault because each time I left the pickup to take photos, I could hear persistent rumbling kinda like my hungry stomach does some days.
By the time we arrived back home after 8 p.m., only remnants of the storm remained to the east and the west sky was mostly blue and acting as if nothing had happened during this weird-weather day.
I learned in this morning's paper that tragedy happened on the lake during the late afternoon segment of the storm. A boat with ten people capsized near Glengary and one passenger drowned.
My heart goes out to the victim's family and all others associated with this tragedy.
The ongoing circulating storm was strange in all ways since many of us had expected another beautiful early summer day.
In my other travels yesterday, I went on errands twice and, of course, saw neat photo ops along the way.
In one case, I drove through the Bonner Mall parking lot and had to stop upon seeing the ghoulish "monster" sculpture on its trailer not far from J.C. Penneys.
A young lady stood near the amazing piece of art talking with an onlooker. As one who loves finding the unusual, I had to park and find out for myself the story behind this sculpture.
It's bound for North Dakota near the home of the giant Holstein at New Salem, and it was inspired by the "Book of Daniel" in the Bible.
Her husband created the piece and it's filled with interpretation, which I do not know.
When another onlooker appeared, I heard the young lady talking about the Pope and the New World Order and the Pandemic.
Hearing only bits and pieces, I finally piped up and told her very nicely that more than likely she and I were polar opposites in our beliefs but that I did respect her.
She reciprocated, and we agreed that the world is made up of a myriad of beliefs and to each his own.
We enjoyed a lovely and brief encounter, and I have no doubts that the piece attracted a lot of attention during its stay in the parking lot.
I also think that's part of the reasoning behind why the display was parked there, as she offered me literature, which I declined.
Again, we agreed that we're all entitled to our own beliefs.
Wish more people who disagreed could enjoy such encounters. I think when it was all over, we both left respecting each other.
On my way home from that trip to town, I stopped by my friend Jennifer's Homewood Farm Stand on Shingle Mill Road and picked up some strawberry scones while snapping a few photos.
Tasty scones, Jennifer.
Yesterday was, indeed, a weird weather day and the depressing news continued as we learned about our Bonner County Covid count which has increased to 18 and that the nation had a record number of cases.
Still, there were moments, bright moments, and pretty "seens," and those were all pleasant "in the moments," so overall, it was an okay day.
We're all learning, as we move along through these strange, unpredictable and troubled times, the importance and immeasurable value of special "moments" while trying our darndest to maintain some sense of normal.
Happy Thursday.
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