Where humans are small

"Sunset Storm on the Great Plains," 11 x 14, watercolor, 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper

"Out here is the sky," I've written of my fascination with the dominating skies of the Great Plains and West, which influence so much of my art work.
My computer is full of photos I and others have taken of the skies, the clouds. They are fluid and expansive in an expansive, but arid land.
I'm always reminded of Willa Cather's sentence, she a child of the great Plains,  in Death Comes for the Archbishop: "Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky."
I've neglected painting the skies recently, and my art has suffered, and my wife is prodding me to return. I've learned more about color and composition and more in the past year, but the skies are calling.
Thus this morning's lesson, reflecting my learning, and my yearning, for the wide open spaces.
Palette--orange, magenta, Alizarin Crimson, Opera, Ultamarine blue, touch of Phalo Blue.