If ever I grow tired of the sky, I think I shall be done.
Some of the pictures I took yesterday are like water colours.
Courtesy of Nature, not clever photography.
On days that are not cloudless, changes are constant
From minute to minute and even by changing perspective
like someone viewing a masterpiece in a museum
Isolated pockets of light also catch the eye
There’s what I call “afternoon delight”
Momentary rays of sun lighting up trees and flags
A late-day high-five?
Well, not quite
Just 14 hours later
Which lasted mere moments
A forest fire?
Then it all petered out, but not for long.