Ah, monsoon time in Sedona, when amazing storm colors linger after an afternoon storm, just above the horizon, and as the setting sun breaks through the last layers of thick cloud the heavens start to sing their song of glory and gratitude for the day that comes to an end, just before it travels on over to the other side.

Storm Colors was shot above Sedona off Schnebly Hill Rd. Park toward the top, then its just a short scramble up and over here and there into the heart of paradise on earth where the soul of the founding father’s daughter, Sedona Schnebly calls home. At least if I were her, I surely would. 🙂