This is a lovely snapshot of the beginnings of the tornado I happened across driving through Nebraska on my way to Aspen. Ironically, I ran into tornados last year on the way here too, although it was in Iowa. As I was driving, I was thinking 'there is NO WAY I'm going to hit a tornado again.' But the sky got all yellowy and nasty and remembering the terror from last year, I immediately got off the highway and found a hotel. As it turned out, that was a very good idea....

"One of the ways you measure the character - and indeed, the greatness - of a country is by its public commitment to the arts. Not as a luxury; not as a diplomatic device; not as a social placebo. But as a commitment arising from the belief that the desire to make and experience art is an organic part of human nature, without which our natures are coarsened, impoverished, and denied, and our sense of community with other citizens is weakened.....the arts are the field on which we place our own dreams, thoughs, and desires alongside those of others, so that solitudes can meet, to their joy sometimes, or to their surprise, and sometimes to their disgust. When you boil it all down, that is the social purpose of art: the creation of mutuality, the passage from feeling into shared meaning. - Robert Hughes

There once was a girl with the cello
through Nebraska she elected to drive.
The sky turned a frightening yellow.
So she hid in her hotel room and cried.