This weekend the night skies were clear in Adams County, Illinois, and the stick-figure of Orion watched over my peregrinations along the gravel roads. I eagerly anticipated the dawn as I drove, hoping I would be spared the aggravation of a flat tire.
Occasionally I would see a mysterious blue glows near a grain bins, propane burners burning throughout the night as they dried recently harvested corn. A glimpse into a blue inferno:
Here’s a shot of the horizon as dawn approached. A crescent moon was the only visible interruption of the flawless dome of the sky:
The gradations of the sky’s colors were very impressive.
A bit later I came across strata of creeping fog. I had to stop for a few minutes, as a forked extension of the fog seemed to be sliding over and under an invisible layer, perhaps an area of atmosphere with a differing density. Who knows?
I was reminded of a misty alligator about to swallow the white barn in one velvety gulp.
It is likely I’m the only person to have seen this forked anomaly, as it didn’t last long and the farmers weren’t up yet.