Every now and then, the clouds just seem to start dancin’.
My friend Leah Beth Ward in Yakima, Wa., thought of an R.C. Gorman painting 
when she saw my photograph. I suppose they could be Gloomies, headed toward Santa Fe and the next Zozobra burning, but Fiestas are still far away and these look too merry. I thought mostly of the Dance of the Maidens in the Alexander Borodin opera Prince Igor, aka …the melody of which sounds to me like subsequent renditions of “Strangers in Paradise.” Polovtsvian Dances
dream ranch 
Frankly, the audio link I’ve added is more what I had in mind.
I guess he is up there, isn’t he …
Looks a little like RC Gorman’s three Indian women blanketed.