I love watching clouds. I don’t know the official names of the types of clouds, and frankly, I don’t care. I love the aesthetic experience of watching clouds. I love their colors: all shades of grey and white, some with hints of green or purple. That’s not even counting the colors a sunset or sunrise will contribute. I love the way they change — it is like watching a kaleidoscope.
Not all locales have good clouds. The most picturesque clouds are those related to passing storms or hail. When I lived in Southern California, we rarely got those clouds. Here on the Northern California coast, they happen on a regular basis. I remember taking vacations through Arizona and New Mexico, and if they had clouds, they were often the spectacular storm clouds.
Sometimes I see pictures in the clouds. I remember one vacation where the clouds formed what looked like the mouth of a cave, with a stream running out of it. That must have been 55 years ago, and it is still vivid in my memory. Clouds form the grandest, most wonderful art . . . and it only lasts for a few minutes or less. I find myself wondering if a Nature diva is creating the art . . . playing with the clouds, and hoping someone will notice. 🙂