When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it. Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ever wondered where the clouds are coming from? It’s a question I often asked myself as a young child and now that I know the answer I am still in awe of their majestic presence.
On a windy Autumn evening, walking in my neighbourhood I get absorbed in this other world. The one in my head, where the clouds are the cover protecting every one and everything.
I can not help but feeling secure as if under a giant force field. I forget my worries and my fears and just gaze up feeling love for their beauty.
I have often said I want to become a painter, to paint the sky and capture the amazing design of the cloud cover on a stormy afternoon. I never got the courage to start, and nowadays my camera is my paint brush and this blog is my canvas…
Any ongoing love affair you care to share with me here, dear friend?