There’s something to be said about global warming – like ‘it’s real!!!!’ – when even art museums are changing the way they choose and store art because of it. I found this article very interesting. Maybe art that is destroyed when it becomes too wet is going to be ‘ephemeral art’ in the not too distant future. Perhaps I should start sculpting in stone…..
I always enjoy passing along the Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter and this month it has two things that I especially love – a beautiful day’s edge cloud, and a poem.
Yes, 9 days since I blogged – I’ve been on the road for most of those. I have seen a lot of skies, a lot of roads and was astonished by Mount Shasta – whose awesome beauty I was unprepared for.
While I was in Bellevue, WA, there was a lull at the fair, during which I was able to add to my list of sonnets. One step further to that bucket list item.
The upper leaves spread up to gather light
The lower leaves reach out to seek the sun
The branches stretch and grow with all their might
Until leaves redden when the summer’s done.
The colorful flowers that bloomed bright in the spring
Are now brown crisps around a precious seed
that wait for autumn’s winds to find their wings
and fly to other grounds that might just lead
to sprouting from the earth when spring returns,
to rooting and to spreading and to growth
into a new tree; life’s desire thus burns
for life itself will not succeed with sloth.
Look at a tree and it will show you how
To plan tomorrow just by doing now.
This Newsletter is a lot about their upcoming cloudwatching vacations. However, you just have to see June’s Cloud of the Month, it’s truly amazing. If I painted that, no one would believe me!
The Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter is always an engaging read.
You never know when the CAS newsletter is going to turn up, but one just did. I’m looking forward to seeing who won the poetry competition next week…..
(That’s definitely a skyscape I would love to paint for someone on the newsletter!)
…..blowin’ in the wind. Had to go to Palm Springs, then Moreno Valley yesterday, then home. We were forecast a windstorm and we sure got it. The ethereal, formless sky is very powerful when it moves fast. I didn’t see any forecast for rain, but had rain coming home through Cabazon and into the desert floor. (Had I known there was a possibility of rain I would’ve taken the other truck – the windshield wipers on my small truck do not work well.) Saw lots of palm fronds blowing around in Palm Springs, and plenty of dust, a few limbs down.
When I got home, the trash can was on its side on the front porch, and the recycle can was gone entirely. At 11pm and hungry, I was in no mood to go hunting for it, but this morning I found it in the side yard. At that point I also found my 10 foot ocotillo had blown down. Poor thing was in full bloom, and there was a verdin nest in the upper branches, now on the floor, and a distraught verdin hanging around. I put the nest in one of the oleanders – it’s a ball-nest so I have no idea if it contains chicks, eggs or at this point, omelet.
Plans are underway to relocate the ocotillo to the south side yard by the fence. Long shot, but it’s worth a try. I need to wait until tomorrow until I have two other friends who, with my neighbor will help lift the viciously spiny creature, which probably weighs over 200lb.