The sky never fails to enthrall me. Ever-present, ever-changing. Who can find boredom in such a world as this?
Day 24: Clouds with Jet Trail
Clouds with Jet Trail (and Jet)
“They’re coming!” Sawyer exclaimed. And they were. Thousands of sandhill cranes rising up from the marsh, soaring over our tent cloaked with the golden light of morning. We nearly blew away during the night. But at some point in our dreamtime, the fierce winds gave way to a sky full of diamonds and the kind of calm that can only be known after a storm.
crex meadow sunrise
Encountering new places in the midst of the familiar has a bewildering effect, as if I’ve stumbled on a wormhole and landed in some alternate universe. It reminds me that there are whole worlds to discover right under my nose.
blue sky/beach (fort snelling state park)
The city is among my true loves and seeing the skyline still gives me a thrill. No matter where I’ve been, it is always good to return home.
Sunlight turns the skyline into a house of mirrors, distorted sky fragments everywhere. The many skies, each its own twist on reality, create a dizzying aerial funhouse for the eyes.
Old meets new in a collage of signs and architectural styles. The Foshay Tower was once the tallest skyscraper in Minneapolis; now, it holds its own among the modern glass towers that surround it, reflecting the past back through the eyes of the future.
cityscape, foshay reflection
I’ve been taking a lot of photos from a moving car these days. Fortunately that gives me an excuse to moon over the clouds. I never tire of them.
heartland sky at dusk
Waves of clouds, tent-bending winds, thunder, lightning. The new tent holds and we emerge, safe and dry, to find clouds like mountains rolling and tumbling, mystical, transcendent. We gasp and gape in wonder until the next wave rumbles through.
clouds like mountains
Lake Superior is always a revelation. I am awed by its immense beauty. But the true blessing of this day isn’t the beauty of the lake – it’s the incredible joy of spending the last 10 years married to the love of my life. Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.
One of life’s little ironies – nothing heightens the foreboding of dark clouds like a sudden burst of sunshine.
willow tree sublime