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Perhaps the rosy hue comes from within the stubble-plains themselves, aglow by gift of clouds reflecting the setting sun of a soft-dying day. Or lit purely by poetic license? ;) Whatever the bard may have meant, it is a lovely poem to revisit! So thanks again, Hygge, for bringing it round.
Michael, I agree with Hans. That is one cloud puppy no one could resist. Even his tail looks ready to wag in the wind.
And the waves return! Love this image, Hans, with bright frothiness in the foreground. Here’s one heading your way ~~~
Thank you, Hans, and a very nice reminder of what clouds can do in your French Reds and Oranges. Beautiful!
Yesterday, we finally had a skyful! The photo below has only been cropped (no other adjustments made). When I downloaded it onto my computer, I was surprised to see the light rays of sun nearly matching in size the dark branches of a nearby tree.
Your #724 is a dynamic display, Michael. I can feel the energy of it! And the colors (especially that subtle grayish turquoise in the lower center) and composition of #725 makes it a favorite.
And Hans, there is a wonderful sense of dimension in Queing. That deep dark teal keeps me lingering contentedly, floating peacefully.
In contrast, the image below reminds me of the tossing and turning of a less than tranquil slumber.
A Restless Night’s SleepThank you, Hans. I hope you are keeping warm over there too. As for your squirrel, he must be happy to have such a bounty to nibble upon. And it looks to me like someone above is watching out for him. Or maybe that fellow with the long neck and big ears is on guard for a nibbler of a different sort?
The Cloud Cloud MuncherLove the cleverness of your play, Michael. So simple, so elegant.
And all spookiness completely dissolved in that soft close-up, Hans. A creature tamed by the gentle will o’ the wind. More shall rise to join in the play.
Rising UpBrendon, your presentation plan sounds like it will be both educational and a lot of fun! For an interactive idea, collage is a simple art form that’s easy for any age to handle. Youtube videos offer a variety of inspiring approaches (just google “cloud collage for kids”). New art for the refrigerator! Maybe share a few selected images from your audience with us here? ;)
Your #127 is the epitome of the mystery of mystery, Michael!
Will your castle feature a drawbridge, Hans? I think the cloud characters below might like a tour.
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.
A Restless Night’s Sleep
The Cloud Cloud Muncher
Rising Up
Warming His Hands
Lac du Nuages
