Somewhere Over the Rainbow
It is a terrible comparison, rainbows to snakes, but they both are silent in their appearance; and no matter how many times you see one above or below, itÂ startles you when suddenly there they are right in front of you.
And snakes have their own beauty, mind you (some may opine otherwise), Â the silent glory of an unexpected rainbow spreadsÂ benevolently overhead even asÂ said reptiles portend no good at all there, slithering in the grass suddenly underfoot.
Quite frankly, I’d have only been able to tell you about this one this morning, were it not for my wife-mate photographer’s assistant.
She was walkingÂ toward the garden from the barn, just as I looked up from my watering can to see behind her the view you see in this image (and larger, here at Flickr.) It had shimmeredÂ behind her as she walked along the pasture trailÂ back toward the house. And she would have missed it entirely.
I pointed high behind and above her.Â She turned around–and gasped.
“And for once, I don’t have my phone in my pocket” I sighed, resigned to gaze briefly up and out, Â toÂ remember the vision and get back to my important task of garden tending.
I shrugged off her encouragement to run get it, thinking that, as usual, the sun would have shiftedÂ another degree and the vision would be nothing more than a memory by the time the shutter snapped.
She ran to the house–pretty fast for legs lately unaccustomed toÂ speed–and brought back the iPhone in time for me to take this panorama as the colors faded. A few drops fell on this very dry ground, a promise of rain that did not deliver.
In that regard, we are snake-bit, I suppose.