Monsoon Season

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Apparently Arizona has a monsoon season. It rains every day. EVERY day. It becomes cool but HUMID (yuck, give me the dry heat any day)...and it becomes weird...like toxic toads that are bigger than your fist...don't touch 'em or you'll be in pain for many hours....

Anyway, here are some photos of the weather today....

As the monsoon was blowing in over the mountains:






And as the monsoon blew away...




Comments

Barbara B. said…
dramatic pictures!!
7/11/2008 12:39 AM
Katherine E. said…
Wow. I didn't know it EVER rained in Arizona (I guess that's California, according to the song, huh? :-)

Great photos. How beautiful...
7/11/2008 8:59 AM
Sally said…
stunning pictures what a beautiful place to live :-)
7/11/2008 9:44 AM
Jennifer said…
Monsoons sound exotic...and sound like they'd grow old pretty quickly.
Take good care-- and enjoy the view.
7/11/2008 9:58 AM
Jan said…
Great pictures. I didn't know that about Arizona either.
7/11/2008 12:05 PM
Processing Counselor said…
Gorgeous, as usual. Godchild was in Tucson where she went to grad school last week. She said it was hot and dry, much better than stick NY.
7/11/2008 2:18 PM
Hot Cup Lutheran said…
oy! i'm not brave enough to live anywhere if i have to battle toxic toads...
7/11/2008 2:29 PM
Mary Beth said…
That is just gorgeous!

Toxic Toads = great name for a band.
7/11/2008 2:35 PM
Ruth Hull Chatlien said…
Those after photos are beautiful.
7/11/2008 5:31 PM
Terri said…
MB - hee hee, I'll mention that to my son....yeah.
7/11/2008 8:25 PM
hip2b said…
Your photos have been gorgeous. Um toxic toads? Sounds like something out of a cartoon.
7/11/2008 9:52 PM
Anonymous said…
I actually enjoyed the monsoons in India, because they brought some relief from the heat (and occasional school closings). No toxic toads, though.
7/11/2008 10:30 PM
Diane M. Roth said…
beautiful! humidity? who knew?
7/11/2008 10:47 PM
dust bunny said…
Great pictures...sorry about the humidity!
7/12/2008 1:08 AM
zorra said…
The sky in that part of the world always seems to be doing something dramatic. Great photos.
7/12/2008 2:13 AM
Julie said…
Wow! What a beautiful and weird place...great pictures!
7/14/2008 11:50 AM
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