Disneyland always seems different on a cloudy day. The already transporting ambiance takes a new direction. I’m fond of cabins, so this one in Big Thunder Ranch in Frontierland is a nifty spot for me. The looming dark clouds overhead, for some reason or another involving random synapses of the brain, make me think of Kansas before the tornado spirals in to sweep Dorothy and her dog to a place that isn’t, a place called Oz. That idea is what I hoped to convey with this image. Flying monkeys not included.
