I was, of course, 25-30,000 feet lower but the second to last image reminds me of a flight home I once foolishly undertook. Had to weave around storm clouds that looked a lot like that next to last image for about 40 nm, all the while the ceiling kept dropping. When I finally got on the ground, I felt the largest burst of adrenaline I'd ever felt in my life. It was very windy that day. After I'd landed (and I stuck the landing despite a 25 knot quartering crosswind) I was taxing down the very center of the runway to the nearest turn-off and a gust lifted my airplane up and slammed me back down about three feet left of center. What a day. Thanks for the pics!