Sometimes the wind doesn’t blow — it fractures. Crosswind shows an otherworldly structure peeling across the sky, its aquamarine core whispering hail. These textures only happen when water crystals and sunset wavelengths agree for a second, then vanish. A painterly kind of storm: thick strokes of blue, orange, and green, tearing across the canvas of western Mexico.
Tags: storm structure, shelf cloud, hail, monsoon, landscape, clouds, abstract, Culiacán, Sinaloa
Extended Editorial License: Can be used to display privately, or in commercial and non-commercial settings, or in groups with an unlimited number of participants. The License includes unlimited use and display in virtual or physical galleries, documentaries, and essays by the NFT holder. Provides no rights to create commercial merchandise.