Ever since I can remember, a big pleasure in life is to look at clouds as they drift above. Here, in California, where I live, clouds are rare, and thus to be savored even more. They come with the rain – sometimes fluffy cumulus towering above the mountains – sometimes thin cirrus drifting at high altitudes.
Having grown up in a land-locked part of the country, the ocean always fascinates me. I took this, sitting on a cliff overlooking the great, blue Pacific, on the edge of a continent, on the border of an ocean, thousands of miles east of another continent completely unknown to me.
Isn’t there something just wonderful about flowers in the springtime!
I’m hiding in here somewhere . . .
Today I had rather grandiose plans to get out before the rain began. I opened the door to a drizzle that is now a heavy drizzle. I chickened out.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 