Saturday, February 16, 2013

Gray Clouds



When your mind is blank and you really can't think of anything to write, there's always clouds. 


 My archives are full of them, usually in their gorgeous sunset colors. 


I was scrolling through when I came upon these, more subtle, more mysterious than those colored by the setting sun.


But no less dramatic as they swirl and twist to eventually form



a grand lenticular cloud above the less spectacular clouds that cover the mountains below.

From Archives



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Thank you for your comments on Samson's poem for Gracie. I better watch myself because I'm beginning to believe this is indeed a real romance. And so does Bobbi, I think. 




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