“Hurry,” my wife said a few minutes ago, “there’s a rainbow.” Boy, was there ever a rainbow, a double. It crossed the sky wider than my wide-angle lens could handle. Over there behind Ahtanum Ridge is the end with the pot of gold
As you enjoy it, here are Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond in 1952.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray”—Lord Byron