Western Nebraska is the only place in all my travels where I have seen the dust blowing and the rain falling at the same time.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up in the Northeast; I've seen hurricanes before and trees down and cars destroyed.
The time of year I love the weather the most here is the fall, and I've never really gotten to experience the mountains and Denver in the fall because I was always playing and traveling.
There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down.
I've always found the rain very calming.
You see, I had been riding with the storm clouds, and had come to earth as rain, and it was drought that I had killed with the power that the Six Grandfathers gave me.
There was a windstorm in L.A., and the morning after there was no smog, and I could see the mountains. And I was like... 'There's mountains? Snowcap mountains?' That's insane; I've been there for thirteen years, and I've never seen that view before, seeing the mountains in the distance.
Yeah, I had a tremendous time shooting in Nebraska. I like that state a lot, all over it.
Chicago always hit me as such a gloomy place - I just remember all the snow getting dirty as soon as it would fall, all the decaying brown brick buildings around where we lived, all this soot all over the place.
To a person sitting quietly at home, Rocky Mountain traveling, like Rocky Mountain scenery, must seem very monotonous; but not so to me, to whom the pure, dry mountain air is the elixir of life.
It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.