Yesterday was another busy day for me – doing never-ending household chores, preparing meals for the day and tending my small garden. I had to trim the carabao grass because I could no longer use the stepping-stones, they were almost covered with the fast-growing ground cover. I think I sweated a pint (this is no exaggeration) when I finished trimming the front of the garden. It was that kind of perfect weather, blue sky and a gentle breeze blowing softly and the dogs were happy because they had company. Then I looked up and saw these clouds rolling by as if they were late for a rendezvous. I couldn’t run fast enough to get my camera and take a few shots. See how quickly they move and change course.
I am a cloud-watcher. Since I was a child I have always been fascinated by clouds. I could not count the times I took shots of clouds and blogged about them. Next to my macro photos on flowers, clouds are my favorite subject.
Rabindranath Tagore described clouds beautifully when he said “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”