Clouds

I noticed today that a number of my fellow 365ers shot photos of clouds. KShelton had a lovely shot of fishing boats, a beautiful blue sky, and wispy clouds. On another coast, MColeman shot a similar early morning fishing pier scene with blue skies and clouds that look like a cotton ball pulled apart.

Why do we take pictures of clouds? My father was fascinated by them and when flying would easily take a roll of cloud shots on each plane ride. And this was back in the day when it was film that required developing - actually they were slides. Slides that we five children would then have to "ooh" and "ahh" over. As we grew the "oohs" and "ahhs" slowly turned to "D-A-A-A-D, not another cloud!" And here I am, so many years later, taking a picture of a cloud. Perhaps clouds are the inescapable tug of nature. Our lives are here and then they are gone. All are different yet all are flimsy. Easily blown away by a storm. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same."