A few more peeks at the visual feast that is Artful Blogging.
Rain soaked days. More than I can count now.
A new way home has me paddling through Los Angeles with new eyes. Tomorrow I’ll take the camera with me.
Before and after the rain there are plenty of smoky clouds…
If you live in the land of perpetual rain your wonderment at clouds may have dimmed. But not mine. The world is a secret hypnotic place with clouds floating about.
Maxfield Parish has been loading and unloading his paintbrush outside my workshop window. Clouds make it difficult to concentrate on anything but the sky. So I won’t.
Wyatt Earp agrees. Clouds have him waxing poetic on the table in front of the window. After work we both sat and stared and thought deeply about many things.
The senior member of the cat posse has no use for clouds. But newly formed watering holes with cold water are a different story.