D. Des Chene (goclenius) wrote,
D. Des Chene
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Là-bas… Les merveilleux nuages!

The American Midwest doesn’t do mountains or oceans. One thing it does do well is clouds. This evening as I sat in the bay window on the second floor, looking northwest, the setting sun played off a cumulus cloud set against a background of thin cirrus. The trailing, western edge was pink and reddish-orange; the bulk of the cloud was grey, gradually darkening toward the east. A cloud thus illuminated has relief, it gains mass, becomes, however temporarily, a thing. Now the sun has set and the wind has taken it east, out of sight—across the river, perhaps. More at Philosophical Fortnights
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