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Thank you for sharing this, Hygge! Your wondering led me to wonder as well. In this ode, I think Keats is reminding us that Autumn offers as much beauty as that darling of seasons, Spring. His writings often feature images drawn of light and shadow, the ways of water and clouds in metaphor. With a bit of pareidolia, perhaps the bard saw the clouds as “barred” when displaying their undulatus form? If he meant to imply they are held back, he then sets them free to “bloom” in brilliant hues as one would expect blossoms in Spring to re-stake their color-claim after a stark Winter’s passing. Just my guessing in all this. Were he still with us, he’d be willing to decode (maybe in yet another ode?) more clearly than ever could I.
Well, I knew whatever image accompanied your response would be hilarious, Hans. So funny!!
Below, more lips (though not quite as close up!) show a cloud fellow who appears to be breathing out in an attempt to warm his cirrocumulus fingers.
Warming His HandsDanke je, Hans, and what a stunningly beautiful image you’ve shared here—poetry, indeed! I am transfixed by the extraordinary color and lighting. Also appreciate the brilliant sunset series, George.
Ah, see what you’ve started, Catherine? ;) I imagine it might be too cold there now for you to venture out to your beautiful lake. I hope you can return soon and that everyone is keeping warm.
The photo below was posted originally to the Cloudscapes topic, but I share it again here for the joy of illusion. It may look like a waterscape, it is all sky (with a bit of foreground foliage).
Lac du NuagesThank you for kind words, Hygge. Were they more than musings, I’d be tempted to add one. But then they might take on the feel of writings complete, permanently penned and pinned down. Title-unbound, they’re free to float about in my mind, capricious and cloudlike in their own way.
Love the landscape feel you’ve captured in #720, Michael.
Below, the clouds seem to be having an elaborate conversation. Discussing the caprice of wind and weather perhaps?
Michael, in your two most recent images above, I get the feeling something is on the edge of emergence. Love that sense of mystery.
In the photo below, the seed pod shape makes me wonder what may become of those tiny bits held within.
Wonderful images, Michael and Hans—even without color, there is beauty in form! In the latest additions, I keep returning to see Michael’s #427 and Hans’s French Sunset—favorites, for sure.
Way too many cloudless days here lately, so I felt lucky to catch this thin river of gold a couple of weeks ago.
Lovely continuing additions to this thread, Catherine, George, Hans! They prompted a search into the archives here for something to contribute, which is where I found the photo below, taken a few years ago on a visit to Alaska, along with musings from even further past.
When we are gone like the wind
what do you suppose might hold the shape
of our having ever been here?
After the breeze has swept the pond
and the water stills once more
is it not yet forever changed?
In a moment of silent reflection
and with each new shiver of bliss
will it recall the entire history of clouds
that danced upon its surface
in the liminal wake of its memory?Wonders upon wonders, you two. And where you both saw Nap’s hat, I see a small fleet of graceful stingrays. Then two images down, a dark watery world in which they might glide. Lovely!
Below, an image that was terribly blurry in its original state, but I liked the feel of too much to toss. A splash of “noise” seemed to crisp it up and gives it a kind of painted-on-rough-canvas look which, in this case, saves it?
What do you suppose that playful duo of flame throwers is up to, Hans, a friendly game of catch with balls of fire? Wonderful image!
And love the composition in #169, Michael. I’m amused by that little hovering cloudlet that keeps snagging my eye each time I try to look elsewhere.
The Usual Meeting PlaceYour Collectors look like they could do a formidable job, Hans. They’re just about the size I need here!
Still SweepingWhat fantastic luck, Michael! Thank you for letting us share vicariously in the thrill of such unusual sightings.
And love your vivid sundog, Hans. It looks to be hovering over and reflecting in ocean waves. Must have had you doing the happy dance as well.
Love your Halloween Haircut, Hans. I might take a printout of it with me next time my mop needs a trim. ;)
Scarier though, is your Lacunosus posted yesterday (Nov 13th) on the CAS Gallery. Looks like it could travel in any direction. Will it make an appearance here? It’s a bubbling beauty!
You caught the rainbow and the gold, Hans! And the spotlight with today’s Cloud of the Day—Congratulations!
No gold in the photo below, just a bit of finely spun cloud matter. Or is that another dust bunny?!
Warming His Hands
Lac du Nuages
The Usual Meeting Place
Still Sweeping
