We were there to watch the band, but the sky stole the show.
*Inspired by this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge: Place in the World
Does anyone else see a facial profile in these clouds? It’s either laughing, yelling, or about to munch on the evergreen branches.
No? It’s just my pareidolia again…
Sunday was clear and cold, and in the late afternoon, the kids and I took a walk. The sky was scattered with translucent sheets of sheer grey, rippled cloud cover, and a warm glow lit up the horizon.
The white disc in the photo is the sun, not the moon. A tame (and fleeting) version of what’s usually a blinding ball of fire. In that moment, it was unarmed and unarmoured, letting itself be seen. It felt like I could hold my fingers out and just pluck it from the fabric of the clouds.
It was one of those brief and extraordinary small wonders that I’m grateful to have noticed.
(I also think the fragmented sky and shadowy branches make for nice textures to include in Narami’s Tuesdays of Texture this week).
Thank you, as always, for visiting.