Late Sunday afternooon, after a violent but brief thunderstorm, we caught sight of something Red had never seen and I only once: A double rainbow.

     Figuring I wouldn't have time to fire up the Nikon DSLR, I grabbed a Canon point-and-shoot and got this:

     But son of a gun, Monday, after a brief shower, around the same time, it happened AGAIN in the same spot:

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Comment by koshersalaami on May 30, 2017 at 6:29pm

I've seen a few of those

very cool

it's weird how they look lightest underneath 

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on May 30, 2017 at 8:50pm

Ima betting that two gay leprechauns live in that brick house.

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Comment by Boanerges on May 31, 2017 at 6:45am

Absolutely, Terry. The Canon was right to hand because I'd been taking shots of some flowers earlier in the day.

Thanks, Jon and MC.

We were pretty much gobsmacked, Kosh. I have no idea what the exact conditions have to be, but I know I'd ever only once seen it before.

Snork, Amy. You made me laugh right out loud with that one.

Yep, Ron -- I shamelessly stole from it. Loved that movie.

Comment by alsoknownas on May 31, 2017 at 6:54am

Good to capture it like that. I've seen them too and they are quite remarkable.

Comment by JMac1949 Today on May 31, 2017 at 7:28am

R&L... In my life I have seen any number of spectacular sunsets, but I cannot recall any of them as extraordinary as one sunset I witnessed out in the middle of the oil patch.  We’d finished the day’s work and stuffed our faces with meatloaf, red beans and mashed potatoes.  The Captain had the vessel underway heading to tie up to a platform for the night and the divers were sitting around the salon playing cards.  Since I’d run out of clean clothes, and the washing machine was broken, I decided to take a gamble and improvise by putting my dirty clothes into a big piece of old fishing net, tying it off with a 3/8 inch poly rope and tossing them overboard to let five miles of the Gulf wash through them.  It worked, and after I laid everything out on deck to rinse it down with fresh water, I wrung out my laundry and tossed it into the dryer.

It was then, sitting alone on the stern, smoking a cigarette that I noticed the pink, orange and yellow banks of clouds along a squall line off to the port side.  I watched them change color as I smoked and when I finished the cigarette, it looked like something from a Turner painting.  I flipped the butt over the side, stood up on the deck, applauded and yelled, “Author, Author!”

When I turned to go check my laundry, I was blown away to see another squall line on the southwest horizon, with deep purple, red, orange and pink canyons of clouds with not one but two overlapping rainbows.  I stood there in humble silence, drinking it in and then for some reason I walked into the salon.  One of the apprentice diver’s who worked as a tender looked at me and snarked, “Whatcha been doing out there hippy, smokin’ dope?”

I looked at him and quietly said, “The closest thing I ever had to a religious experience.”

“What, smokin’ dope,” asked the crew chief.  “No, twin rainbows at sunset,” I said, “Go out and take a look.”

Everybody put down their cards and walked out on deck and the snarky apprentice nearly fell on his ass scrambling below deck to retrieve his 35mm Canon.  Seven redneck oil patch peckerwoods whose entire range of conversational interest was work, money, sex, cars, football, fishing and hunting stood around and marveled at the wonder of the simple play of light upon some clouds on the horizon.  Even our crusty old taciturn Captain came out on the flying bridge to share in the spectacle... excerpt from 1973: “Worm,” Four Months before the Mast with Rednecks

Comment by J.P. Hart on May 31, 2017 at 8:15am

Yea thou I walk through the (how's it go?!) valley of the shadow of death, the Lord is mine Shepherd (pa-rump-ah-pump-pa)


(checking in for J.P. Hart, Ave of the Stars, HOLLYWOOD, humming Gordon Lightfoot, (and other womb cognizance), that song about drugstore cowboys, 'where the heartaches come, the heroine?? would B me; O & Flannery's boomboxes' news say the frequency of Mideastern bombings are closing in like a NTC MOVE.  We're getting loaded on lilac wine, blinking mandolins :) Our plastic (aqua) milk crate runeth over wit folding money! Must get sleep afore travel. PAX!) 

Comment by J.P. Hart on May 31, 2017 at 11:07am


May God Bless & keep you and all journalists {DEFENDERS OF FREE SPEECH!} free from harm {:

Thanks, man! Excellent WORK!


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