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Thanks, Hygge. You just never know where they’ll turn up! Here’s one I caught cruising above the vineyards of Napa last week. I can just imagine him swooping down for a tasting of regional grape juices. Perhaps a sip of chilled chardonnay? Something to cool a fiery palate? Cheers!
Thanks, Hygge! Similar indeed – and much appreciated. Is there an aquatic descriptive for the type of lacunosus quality depicted in several of Buxin’s Vues sur Mer images? While I don’t have many cloud photos that capture that particular look, here’s one I think comes closest.
There’s also the CAS forum topic “Wave Clouds”, which Michael Lerch launched in October 2016. It is also devoted to B&W images. It’s slipped onto page two at the moment, but like the tide, I have a feeling it will be back.
Thank you, George! I’ve watched your lovely video several times now. There comes a point each time where it feels as if I’m actually flying through the clouds. No doubt the illusion is due to the different levels moving in different directions, but I do my best not to overthink and simply relax into the feeling. So thank you again for the free flight!
Thank you both for your kind words. Here is one I think continues the theme of dimensions and textures — all so touchable! If we could peel open a cloud, might it look something like this?
The Softness InsideThanks for posting your series of beautiful Lacunosus images here, Michael. Diving into their coolness is especially refreshing on this hot summer day.
Both Monsoonerism and Cracks In The Ceiling have wonderful textural qualities and dimensions. I can easily feel them in my mind. Here, a flat canvas beckons an unknown artist’s first strokes.
Who Was Here?Very clever, you two! Meanwhile, Chagall Begins to Dream.
PS: Enjoyed your beautiful Lacunosus on the gallery yesterday, Michael!
What I got from what you two gave was a mind trip! Traversing landscapes beautiful and “dreamatic”. And here, perhaps a resting place for a cloud trekker, is one that offers The Softness of Greys.
And Hans, your Alien Rasta Woman further above is absolutely stunning!
(continued from above…) Maybe I should have stopped there. One more twist and it quickly (and irreversibly) morphed into something rather Otherworldly. I shall leave it to your own imaginations lest you be stuck with what emerged there for me.
Otherworldly Creature
Feeling Energy here too, Hans, and inspiration as well. Michael, the strong sculptural quality of your latest image led me to want to view it in all directions (hope you don’t mind) and I see how easily it could lend itself to becoming a work of art in any direction. Several tangible mediums come to mind.
Encouraged to try this with one of my old photos, I gave it a turn and found it evoked a completely different feeling than it did in its original orientation.
Laurence, your likening musical instruments to cloud formations reminded me of something I recently read about Stieglitz’s Equivalents series:
<quote source: Wikipedia> He told his wife Georgia O’Keeffe “I wanted a series that when seen by Ernest Bloch (the great composer) he would exclaim: Music! Music! Man, why that is music! How did you ever do that? And he would point to violins and flutes, and oboes, and brass…” He first exhibited this series in 1923 in his one-man show at the Anderson Galleries in New York, and reported that when Bloch saw them there he had exactly the reaction Stieglitz had wanted. <end quote>
When I looked up and saw this sky, I could have sworn I heard a symphony!
Yes, let’s! I very much like that we can’t see what lies ahead on This Road of (y)ours, Hans. Still, there’s comfort in knowing we shall ever be In the Company of Clouds, in every shade, of and ‘tween, the allure of B&W.
There’s a sweet serenity in Something Alien that is very appealing, Hans. It makes for an excellent and intriguing start to Volume IV where I expect we’ll see more mystery, magic, and marvelous cloud play.
We’ve often spoken of how challenging these ethereal images can be to capture. Here’s One That Almost Got Away.
The Softness Inside
Who Was Here?
