Confessions of a happy snapper
The first picture is out of chronological order. It was taken at 16:07 to show the color change on the same escarpment from yesterday, before the setting sun turns it red. You probably remember the question. 'What shape is a cat?' from perceptual psychology, art, or visual theory. This set is from All-Silhouettes.com and neatly avoids the question, "What color is a cat?" The escarpment shape does not change like a cat, but remains the same from the same viewpoint. However, it does change color as the light changes. Tonight the sun's rays did not make the cliffs glow; sullenly they just faded away to gray like they say all cats do in the dark.
Some days I become really snap-happy. Today that started when I stepped outside for some fresh air about 11:00 in the morning. The sky overhead was full of interesting cloud shapes. I am not going to inflict the full selection on you, but this was one I particularly liked.
Out to the west there was lots of atmospheric activity and harder light during the afternoon.
As we set off for our evening walk the clouds were whirling and a cold wind started to blow.
This picture is not entitled, 'What color is grass?' It's title is, "Did you notice the tennis ball?'
There is snow on them thar hills below the cloud cap, which might even be a significant weather sign.
All manner of cloud formations were racing across the sky.
All winter I have been agonizing over what was growing in this field: there is the answer… grass!
The tops of a favorite group of trees on the homeward leg of our walk…
…and the trunks from the outward leg of our walk.
The wind became stronger and colder as we walked. Lower temperatures are forecast for one day, tomorrow, but at this time of year anything can happen. The sprinkling of snow on the tops might even be a harbinger of a snow or hail shower in the early part of this month. "In like a lion, out like a lamb", they say of March in my homeland. At one point on our walk we were forced to turn our backs to a sudden squall and my bare legs were sand blasted by a dust devil to an attractive Deana Carter smoothness.
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