I woke up to no mountains this morning. In stead of tall beasts of rock and and dirt greeting me my window was wrapped in clouds. A rare foggy morning in Boulder was the first defeat of summers strong come back over the past week. With out a day under 65 and not a cloud to break the blue sky summer was on its way. But today was a reminder of the contrary, cool, wet and cloudy.
Usually, these are my favorite days. Soft and desaturated light and the type of weather that inspires the very grungiest of grunge music. This comforting melancholy weather reminded me of a photo I took in 2014. The weather was matched by a melancholy day of high school, and this photo was pretty much the mood of the day.