Drawn by its depth,
silenced by its beauty
and amazed by its complexity.
They grab my attention
and hold me in their embrace.
Chasing them to catch just the right shot
is like chasing the illusion of perfection.
Their shapes, like our lives, can change in an instant
also changing our perspective.
Once you adjust your position
the view is never the same.
The closer you get to something,
the more beautiful it becomes.
Sometimes, if you are lucky,
the view is so much better than you anticipated
and those moments should be savored,
breathed in like a fine wine.
Our destiny is written in the sky,
our hope, painted on the largest canvas possible
but our dreams can change in a whisper.
Although the wind may alter the portrait,
perhaps it was meant to change.
Just maybe, life is as big as the sky
and those clouds should be the cherished blessings
of the things we were meant to find beautiful.
Mottled grey,
monochromatic morning
lending a painting
as the ceiling of our day.
The sky need not be pink
for us to see its splendor.
There is beauty in all things,
we just have to look beyond the norm.
A storm will come and go
but there is always artistry
in the wake of its anger.
From darkness blossoms light.
It’s February – blah. I shouldn’t complain too much about the weather since this past weekend was gorgeous, but now it’s Monday and the rain has been falling continually for a couple of hours. Any of the beauty of yesterday has been washed away and the trees no longer seem to be stretching to reach the sun. Their branches have resolved to reflect the mood of the weather and are hanging limply, not even attempting to fight the rain that saturates their bark.
I took these pictures on Saturday and wanted to post something uplifting to help me hold the memory of the sun that kissed my cheeks on the weekend and the canvas that the wind created in the sky by using soft bristles to paint the clouds.