Last weekend, or maybe it was the weekend before that, I was coming home. We had been getting some heavy clouds moving through, dumping rain here and there. Lovely stuff: huge towering castles in the sky, wind, the smell of rain. I was pedaling home, and the light was fantastic, everything seemed to glow when the sun hit it, a little above and beyond your usual twilight photography weather. A great wall of cloud was sitting over twin peaks and the sun was ready to dip below it. And I suddenly found myself in a glorious mood, racing around the mission/soma border looking for good photos to take. Nothing quite like being on a bike and in a good mood, somehow.
Hopefully, the photo with the Rainbo truck and the rainbow above it will come out.