Roaming down the beach at a leisurely pace is our after-dinner ritual during holidays at the cottage, romping, splashing, staring and strolling until the sun sets on the day. The clouds have been particularly amazing to me this year.
These cirrocumulus clouds were like a cotton-patch in the sky. Or a come-to-life French Impressionist painting.
But while beautiful, they brought no rain. These empty clouds remind me of drought-parched lands, dying crops and desperate farmers across North America, but especially in the U.S.
Pray for beautiful clouds heavy with rain.
Squinch 
I love your posts Phil and have enjoyed getting to know you through your pictures words and heart. How I thank God for bringing you to Knox. In His grace and love,
Mary Anne Voelkel
Mary Anne – can’t wait to meet in person someday soon. And know of my prayers for you and your family.