Windows tight against the storm curtains straight, nothing flutters it is the way of storms to blow wind pounding against shutters leaves to fall and scatter winds of change wash over me as raindrops fall and splatter cleansing my spirit my soul set free
Winds from the north, fog blowing in changes are coming, it’s about to begin Winter blows in with his terrible might the sky up above me is soon blocked from sight specs of light from behind now the clouds sweep away rainbow breaking through blessing me on this day
Nephology weirdness out my back door. Some of the cloud patterns we have here in South Dakota defy identification.
Mountains peeking out from an ethereal layer of fog and cloud taken from the beach in Kaikoura, NZ
And of course no discussion of fog and clouds should overlook the bizarre manifestation that is frozen fog. A couple of bushes up the street covered in fog crystals
closeup of frozen fog phenomenon
And no compilation of clouds would be complete without a flamboyant sunset (or sunrise). This was taken out my front door a few weeks ago
“It’s clouds’ illusions I recall, I really don’t know clouds, at all” — Joni Mitchell – (saw that coming didn’t you?)
I was, back then, rather limpy, friends just called me “gimpy” I kept on hiking all the same til I could no longer bear the pain these days I look forward to all the hikes and trails yet to come all the things that I’ve longed to do now that I have knees made of titanium
Away from the lights of the city away from the discordant hum of drones whose lives I pity away while there’s still time away, away ‘ere I lose my mind away before life take’s its toll away, away ‘ere I lose my soul
Feelings shift like oceans beneath the frozen ice glaciers of emotions pain too long denied struggle against the cold mind closed against the truth pressures build, exploding in a single tear of glacier blue
Blue Sunrise — Kauai
Blue ocean – Princetown, Hawaii
and MORE blue oceans — Kaikoura, NZ are you sensing a theme here?
Snowy night in Richfield, UT I love the way the street lights at dusk create the blue glow
Dried winter reeds whip around my legs as my foot crunches through thin ice making a small splash of freezing water “hurry, hurry” the wind whispers it’s call through the trees, eyes on silent wings I nod to my companions that I’m OK strong enough to continue, but somewhere deep down, deep inside I feel squelching, dampness and pinpricks of pain as my soggy sock creeps down into my shoe … ewwwwww …
The trail was hardscrabble and loose sienna sand bluejays singing babble sky grey and bland over boulders I grappled as gait became unsteady leeside shade was dappled paint and canvas at the ready the clouds begin to part I begin dabbling at my art
Letters fall from the shelf creased and fragile from a thousand openings
Words spill out like pictures bright stars on dark nights silver moonlight on the sea
Light up the darkening sky with sacred promises true love never dies
This week’s Sunday Stills prompt of “night” was a little daunting for me. You see I’m not a night person. I’m much more likely to see a sunrise than a sunset. When I step foot outside after dark, it’s usually just to my own yard to gaze at the moon, maybe charge my crystals. That being said, I ransacked my photo files and did come up with a few.
2020 Blue Moon — I always find that surrounding a moon shot with frames of reference helps. Here the Halloween Blue Moon plays peek-a-boo with me behind the trees. Also, it offsets the lens flares with which I struggle, like a LOT.
Evening on the Lanai – Kauaii– Here landscape lighting and tiki torches accent brilliant moonlight reflected on the ocean.
Jack-o-lanterns — This is a great shot for reminding myself, it’s not always about the quality of the shot, it’s the feelings and memories.
Nijo Castle – Kyoto Japan — Snapped with a tiny cell phone, a good illustration of the problems encountered with night photography. The castle is lit up so brightly that details are nearly indiscernable.
Sunset on Waikiki — I may not be much for “night” photography but give me a sunset and, oh my …
Round and round the light did turn casting shapes upon the waves dolphins leap and waters churn imaginings mortal memory saves ships of wood and men of steel twisted tales from days of old siren’s dirge the bells doth peal from waters deep and bitter cold