Moisture, light and air — nothing substantial, and yet what they create when they combine can be magical and memorable.
The wind-teased clouds in this sky made a grand if fuzzy-headed bird, tail feathers trailing, gliding like an eagle overhead, intently watching the earth below.
A perfectly still, dewy early morning, when clouds hug the earth; the sun rises, finds a chink in the clouds and gives me misty sun rays that only last for seconds. Another ethereal moment on the mountain.
I doubt I’d get in, Laura. Heaven on earth will have to do!
Sharyn, you must have thought you’d gone to heaven!
cheers, Laura