Benign but mildly sheared cumulus humilis clouds drift placidly over the Everglades—Florida’s little estuarine version of the Great Plains. While living in Miami, I made many short trips westward into the River of Grass, finding a large element of the same solace and immersion in the spaciousness of sky as I would during springtime sojourns to the High Plains. It became a sort of home away from home, albeit with a nontrivial number of “skeeters”. John Anderson’s Seminole Wind plays in my mind when I look back at this image; unfortunately, I never saw any tornadic supercells out there.
21 W Miami FL (8 Dec 1) Looking NW
25.762, -80.5023