Thursday, January 11, 2007

Cloud 9

Woke up to several inches of snow—and still snowing. But in the afternoon, the sun burst through, melted enough snow just to make it icy. And this cloud glided slowly across the sky. A ship across a sea of blue. A ship, a barge, a whale, a lizard, a reaching hand. Watch it slowly morph into sunset, into the night.

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The sky is the soul of all scenery. It makes the earth lovely at sunrise and splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth a crystal-like ether, in the other, a liquid gold.
~ Thomas Cole

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