I love looking at the sky.
It can be when I am walking and I look up and see a sky so clean and blue that it feels like I could simply reach up and draw on it . . . or at night when I am away from the city lights and the number of stars I see takes my breath away. I love clouds so big that they dominate the entire skyline and promise a storm . . . then afterwards
allow the sun to take it's turn at painting something too beautiful for words.
It does not matter what time of night it is . . . if my husband says to me, "Come outside, I want you to see something." . . . I will get up knowing that he wants to share the moon with me.
I am never disappointed.
I figured there would be clouds in the sky today and thought I would snap some pictures when I went for a walk at lunch. The day started out foggy (which I also love) . . . moved onto hazy . . . and didn't really turn into what I was hoping for.
So when I was looking through my pictures for an older photo to use - I found this one . . .
Oh, I am envious just of your descriptions of skies, never mind the beautiful blue. So often here it's like a grey lid over the city stretching from horizon to horizon, and there are days I find that a little oppressive. And we have too much light pollution for many stars. I like foggy, mind you...
ReplyDeleteHow lovely that your not-so-cooperative weather brought the opportunity to look back and find a happy memory.
I don't get to see those country stars as much as I would like to . . . and we have our share of grey days. I forget how quickly children grow up until I look back at photographs.
ReplyDeleteI don't get to see those country stars as much as I would like to . . . and we have our share of grey days. I forget how quickly children grow up until I look back at photographs.
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