The sky has never been more beautiful, surprising or haunting. We go from rain to snow to wind to the whiteout that sweeps the farm. Mother Nature sometimes seems sick of us, but she never fails to be beautiful. Below, the sky told me a storm was coming, and ten minutes later, it came as a whiteout, below and above. I keep running outside to get cold and wet, but I would hate to miss our fantastic weather.

I hope the people reading this are weathering the cold. The animals ran into the Pole Barn before I got to the house. Willa Cather comes to mind. It felt like prarie windstorm.

I’ve been studying the clouds this past year for my photography, and my spine tingled when I saw this sky. It meant a story is up there, blowing things around, and it would shortly be down here. It was.

In two minutes, none of this was visible. The whiteout lasted about three minutes and warranted an alarm on my phone from the National Weather Service pleading with me to get inside. So I did.