Cloud goes up to eat the sun. He almost succeeded.
Geese fly through a cold winter sky. There’s a hush in the air. The grey clouds are heavy, laden with snow, but yet it resists the Fall. I wait, watching, anticipating it’s arrival, but only the wind touches my face. I can feel winter’s cold hand. It grazes my cheek, but will not wrap me in its white robes, will not envelop me with its embrace. I have been here waiting, from the sun’s bright ascent to the close of the day, but it does not fall. Winter’s snow holds back from me, like a reticent sparrow, peeking from the trees, unmoving yet aware, unsure of my intentions, though I offer only love.
The beach at Wells Maine, one early October morning before my 9 hour drive home, alone. It was almost like the sky reflected the mood in my heart.
Another view from the Marsh. The sycamore tree is particularly beautiful in the winter season and one of my favorite trees to photograph.
Tried to capture this unusual effect of light and ice crystals in the sky. The images aren’t the best as I was a passenger in a car at the time. Took these out of the window. I’ve since learned that this phenomena is called circumhorizontal arc or “fire rainbow”. At least, that is what it appears to be. It is hard to covey the full effect with these photos, as the clouds were in constant motion. I did question the circumhorizontal arc theory because cirrus clouds don’t seem to be involved. They looked far more like cumulus or stratocumulus clouds. Maybe this effect is simply “cloud iridescence”. Not sure how to tell. Regardless of what it is called, it was truly beautiful and a lovely way to end the day.