I took those four photos in about 30 seconds without moving from the spot I was standing on! What a wonderful show clouds put on for us – and it’s FREE! No need to book (expensive) tickets six months in advance, no queuing, no overpriced drinks!
Not enough people realize that, methinks!
(When was the last time you stopped to gaze at clouds, even for a few seconds?)
Some of those cute little puffy Cumulus clouds you see in every little kid’s drawings are in reality STORM PUPPIES! In the right conditions they will bulge and build up and up and up – and some of them will finish the show with an anvil. In which case you should take cover. NOT under a big tree, though!
For a while now, I’ve been taking cover.. Wondering where to take this blog, how to make it bulge and billow a bit more. (And by “blog” I mean my life, of course..) Eventually I did realize, though, that during all that wondering I have to keep posting (and living my life..), otherwise a gust of wind will blow away the little blog clouds I’ve accumulated so far..
No matter how much we sometimes wish for the sky to be blue, a blue sky is.. boring. And as a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society I pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’! I mean, come on, how long would you really want to stare at a blue sky? However, throw a little cloud action in there, fierce battles, a cloudy threesome or a full-blown cloud orgy and you’ll find it hard to look away!
Here on the outskirts of Brussels, Belgium, the day started with unbridled optimism and joy in the form of bright, glorious sunshine. Not a cloud in the sky!
Later, as I went shopping with a friend, we ended up pushing our way through bitingly cold wind and the kind of fat raindrops that seem to spread out over your whole head upon impact. (Did I mention that neither one of us had an umbrella or even a hat?)
Now the sun has air dominance again. That cloud monster (do you see it?) threw in a nasty hail shower, but was eventually forced into retreat.
The thing with hail is that it runs out of ammo very quickly.
And the thing with hope is that it doesn’t. (Unless you let a few menacing clouds frighten you. Or worry too much about rain hair.)