Last night, I chased a cloudy sky for an hour. First, because of the incredible colors
radiating brilliant pinks and violets high into the sky, and later because of the
threatening black shelf looming low, taunting me with its elusive lightening bolts
that evaded my slow shutter-finger.
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
“There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.”
―
Virginia Woolf,
The Waves
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| Isabel consuming Boston |
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| Last night's cloud, and elusive lightening bolts - Western Shawnee |
“The sun always shines above the clouds.”
―
Paul F. Davis
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| Naples, Florida |
“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.”
―
Virginia Woolf,
To the Lighthouse
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
―
John Lubbock,
The Use Of Life
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| A Flint Hills' Sky |
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| Konza Prairie |
“Aren't the clouds beautiful? They look like big balls of cotton... I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by... If you use your imagination, you can see lots of things in the cloud formations... What do you think you see, Linus?"
"Well, those clouds up there look like the map of the British Honduras on the Caribbean... That cloud up there looks a little like the profile of Thomas Eakins, the famous painter and sculptor... And that group of clouds over there gives me the impression of the stoning of Stephen... I can see the apostle Paul standing there to one side..."
"Uh huh... That's very good... What do you see in the clouds, Charlie Brown?"
"Well, I was going to say I saw a ducky and a horsie, but I changed my mind!”
―
Charles M. Schulz,
The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 5: 1959-1960
“And from the midst of cheerless gloom
I passed to bright unclouded day.”
―
Emily Brontë
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| Zakynthos, Greece |
“when we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.” ―
Julia Gregson,
East of the Sun
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| Flint Hills, Kansas |
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| A suburban storm raging in Kansas |
“It stood calm against the suburban storm raging around it. The thunder screamed across the sky; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that flew towards the south.”
―
J.D. Stroube,
Caged in Darkness
“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.
The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.
But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .
What a soft thoughtful time.
In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.”
―
Vera Nazarian,
The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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| Venice, Italy |
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