cirrus south-west behind the pines,
an anvil rising over the church spire, and the blade of a jet trail is drawn against the sky.
So many different possibilities when you look skyward.
The poplars are beautiful, they always remind me of France. I'm jealous you can see different clouds, we just have grey........Love the hyacinth too. They always remind me of my P1 teacher, who let us grow pots and pots of them, and gave out lovely fondant sweets to us all, which she kept on high shelf. She was lovely.
Wonderfulissimo! :-)When I moved to Florence, Italy, with its narrow streets, my friend said, "Always remember to look up. If you don't, you'll miss an awful lot of beauty."I've found it good advice pretty much wherever I am. These photos lend evidence to that idea.
I'm currently reading Annie Dillard's For The Time Being in which clouds are a recurring theme. She makes note of a John Muir journal entry while in the California Sierra in 1869: On July 23: "What can poor mortals say about clouds?" While people describe them, they vanish. "Nevertheless, these fleeting sky mountains are as substantial and significant as the more lasting upheavals of granite beneath them. Both alike are built up and die, and in God's calendar, difference of duration is nothing."
Fantastic, I love it when things prompt people to share their own thoughts, memories, quotes...Thanks so much.
I love looking at clouds. They can be so dramatic.
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