Aftermath of the last big dust storm

The view out of my kitchen window a year ago. As I mentioned yesterday, I awoke early one morning to find that the cars in the parking area in my apartment complex were a curious tawny colour. A sand storm had whipped through town, stealthily, silently, in the wee small hours of the morning, coating everything in one or two tenths of an inch of fine reddish-brown grit. A remarkable sight.