Because of an extremely wet spring and summer, a cottonwood tree in the neighborhood was delayed in releasing it's cotton. But when the cotton started to fly it was horrible. This stuff lays quietly on the ground in the morning but after it drys and the breezes pick up, the afternoon is just white -- like it is snowing. We have a moron, for a neighbor, have I mentioned that before?
On Wednesday, the day I shot this photo, he waited until afternoon to go out into his front drive and grind on this car (up on blocks) he has 'worked' upon for several years. Then out comes the spray can of primer. Can you picture this? He is painting away on this car and the cotton is flying. Of course the cotton sticks to the wet paint. He is cussing and stamping around waving his arms like an ape while CarGuy and I watch this whole thing from our front porch.