type of cloud that often forms on the base of storm clouds, towards the back of a weakening storm system, formed in part by sinking air
One of my favorites of the cloud world! On this morning my husband called me after spotting them, knowing how much I love them. These ones were perfection! They lasted for perhaps five minutes before disappearing.
Don’t forget to look up! The sky is but one large canvas…
Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.
Frank Lloyd Wright
This image just reinforces for me why I love winter so much.
I was awakened by the sound of wet snow sliding off of my metal roof; the snow having turned to rain sometime during the night.
I treat almost every surface as a canvas and on this morning my eyes were drawn to the image of a forest, etched in frozen rain, on the plastic side window of my Wrangler.
It was reminiscent of the trees that my father would carve with a palette knife into his acrylic paintings. Many years after his passing I still use that palette knife to carve into my encaustic paintings of photographic images.