God's Paintbrush: Revisited

The sky. One of God's really good ones.

Cobwebs, while a sticky nuisance on a normal basis, can be ultra cool when you've got the right light to work with. I would insert a moving poem about the beautiful October sky here, but I'm too lazy at the moment to find one. Instead I'm going to complain about the army of mosquitoes that attacked me while I was trying to capture God's creation. (I guess mosquitoes are God's creation, too, but they're not my favorite, and quite frankly, I'm still trying to figure out what their purpose is. Guess I'll take that up with Him later.)
As I was squatting down to get a good angle on this setting sun, I heard a buzz. An annoying one. I went back to my Tahoe, with the doors wide open and letting the world in, and found myself in a mosquito nightmare. We've had a lot of rain in Lubbock over the past 30 days and apparently a mosquito haven has been created as a result. The city even sprays for them each night. (Malia, don't you have a story about this?)

However, the city doesn't spray way out on dirt roads. I guess the drip irrigation from the nearby cotton fields was providing an inviting environment for these (insert 50 four-letter words here) insects. I slapped my arm and blood went everywhere. At least I rid the world of four mosquitoes with one mighty blow (and bruised myself at the same time.)

Luckily, I had left my car wide open and it became full of the little blood suckers. Irritated at my own neglect of West Texas common sense, I jumped in the Tahoe, started it up, and sped off down the dirt road, windows down, hoping the little boogers would be sucked out into oblivion. I was somewhat successful, save for a few stubborn skeeters that had to be killed once again with brute force.
Now, back to the beauty of the sky. It can even make a prickly weed look good.
This looks like a wheat field (below), but it's not. It's a field of prairie grass, set ablaze by the sun. I'm sure there's millions of tiny mosquito larvae hiding in there, waiting to leave a poor, unsuspecting human with a highly irritating itch that wakes her at 3:00 in the morning.

Now, this might actually be spring wheat growing. Actually, I'm fairly almost kind of certain it is. But who cares if it is or not? It made a pretty picture...with countless buzzing skeeters looming nearby...