Saturday my mother's family had their annual reunion, which is the only time I see anyone on her side of the family. Her younger brother is now 81 and is doing quite well. It is by his doing the reunion happens at all. (Mom would have been 84 this year).
My grandfather worked for the Rio Grande railroad and was involved with the retirement center in his golden years. When the center closed he "inherited" an old bingo set, complete with the cage and balls need to call a large bingo game. We play evey year.
My card was an unlucky one, as I never came close to winning a game. It matters not, as we had a great time.
Sunday a quick rainstorm blew through the valley and left its signature, a double rainbow. I only caught the last little bit of it. The rain washed away the heat for the rest of the day and I happily threw open all the windows to the breeze.
The storm blew away all the smoke had filled the valley from fires to our north. Monday's sky was as clear as a bell.
But, by afternoon another wildfire had flared up and filled the valley with smoke once again.
I like the way the sun is reflected in all the cars in the photo, but the evening light was filtered with a golden haze, and the day ended with an eerie yellow glow.