bleached in bright sunshine -- thin, wispy white clouds are barely seen amid the washed out skies some summer day -- sending one running for sunglasses to avoid a blinding headache it seems the world might fade into a tabula rasa, or blanch anemically
I
a gray day,
low dreary clouds hang down;
smoky air
clings to the earth —
all is close; nothing moves
II
tall puffy clouds
drift across the sky
like ship’s bridges,
moving in armada
through skies, calm & blue
III
a blue dome,
unblemished by clouds
if not for birds
looking to the sky
would stop the world
A vein of graphite gray clouds glide — low and fast — under a static white ceiling. No patches of blue peek through, today. Oh, where are those fast blackened clouds sailing at such a clip? And are the high white clouds truly still, or does the contrast with these fast clouds hide some sluggish drift. Maybe the higher clouds are too uniform — stretching out to all horizons — for motion to be seen.
Is this low layer of rushing clouds some kind of smoke monster or a drunkard’s dragon? Seems too motivated to just be water vapor.
Taken in November of 2018 in Udaipur
Taken in November of 2018 near Udaipur
Taken in 2009 at Arabia Mountain Park in Georgia; with a splash of red diamorpha
moonlight
so bright silence
can’t be heard
azure sky
one puffy cloud
dances through
Andean night
the pinpoints I knew
a smear of color
Himalaya
so close that heaven
reveals its color
low gray clouds
leaf chaos unleashed
smell of rain
Taken in November of 2015 in Jaipur
Taken in August of 2016 in Ladakh
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