We were there to watch the band, but the sky stole the show.
sky
Let me count the ways, part 3.
Let me count the ways, part 2.
More love notes to the lake.
(Here’s Part 1).
Let me count the ways.
At the risk of sounding like that song in Moana… water calls to me. I can happily park my rear end where the waves meet the shore, zoning out to that endless rhythm.
Unless the humidex is in the 40s and a scorching sun has heated the water to reach a Vanessa-approved temperature, I’m not likely to immerse myself, though. My kids, lucky for them, haven’t inherited my aversion to the cold. They’re happy to splash till their lips turn blue. And then splash some more.
While camping with friends at Long Point Provincial Park on the shores of Lake Erie, I sneaked away from the group at sunset to watch the sky turn purple over the lake. Then, in the early hours of the morning when sleep eluded me, I returned for the pink and orange show. The beach was deserted except for two relentless flies who were, apparently, holding an intense competition to see which one of them could bite my feet more often.
No matter. Flies or no – I love the lake, in its many variations.
Simple pleasures.
Facial recognition.
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…
Staring at the sun.
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.
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