Clouds at sunset

 

Clouds at sunset

The end of the day

 

The end of the day.

Clouds

Nice clouds this morning.

Clouds

The weather wizards had foretold of a clear sky at sunset, of course, they lied, or are just rubbish at weather wizardry. As the sundown drew closer, I knew there wouldn't be a sunset this evening. Still, the clouds were interesting.

Smeared cloud

The cloud appeared smeared across an azure canvas this morning.

Storm clouds threaten.

I do love the clouds, no matter threatening, they are a wonder.

Port sky

Red sky at night? I'll say!

Bifrost, maybe?

A rainbow shines through a cloud waterfall, either that or it's the Bifrost, and Asgard's eyes are upon us.

X marks the spot

X marks the spot on the sky pirates treasure map.

Clouds

Clouds, man.

Tripped out clouds

Some tripped out clouds formed over the lanes today.

April clouds

I really dig clouds.

Stream of clouds

A stream of water filled clouds flow below the rising autumn moon.

The sky at night

Messing about with the camera, this is what the sky looked like at 2200 tonight, even though the sun had been down for over an hour. The exposure was longish and I didn't use a tripod, hence the blurriness, although I quite like that softened look to the clouds. It's weird how the sky still looks so blue in the photo, as it was much darker with the my eye. Kept me entertained for ages.

Red sky at night

The red / grey cloud combo is always a favourite of mine. Red sky at night shepherds delight, they say. Well, here's to hoping. Beyond the negative effects on wildlife and vegetation, particularly down at the allotment, I miss the seasons. Sure, I take days as they come, make the most of the good weather when we have it. But it's not right and you know it, this should be summer and the weather should be predictably fair to good, not this grey dank humid shite we're experiencing. We have a clear understanding of how unseasonal weather effects nature adversely, though appear to have a blind spot as to how it effects us (to a point disingenuous I know, we understand about Vitamin D deficiency, but I believe there's more to it), maybe that's because we're British and love to obsess about the weather, but also being British frequently miss the bigger picture. News flash, we are nature too.  Still, tomorrows another day.

Barton clouds

I never get tired of clouds. Well, that's not strictly true, the blankets of grey which cover us with dank and misery, I get tired of them. But more frequently on the occasions when the sky becomes a canvas for a fluid installation of colour, light and form, then I can always find the time to take in the show. I love a bit of cloud, me. 

Call the ministry! The Dementors have left Azkaban and are massing over North Dorset. A moody walk this evening along the high ground following the Tarrant valley. The sky was streaked by cloud and then strange clouds, mammato cumulus I understand, which appeared over a clump of woodland, began to develop giving a really eerie feel; these clouds shifted and morphed, at one point looking like a 70's lava lamp, before drifting off to the South East.  I don't know whether the clouds set the tone or charged air of the developing electric storm or it was just a weird day, but this twilight walk had an unnerving feel to it. The local wildlife were active, hares, deer, foxes and unseen things moved through the hedgerows and fields, inside shadowy woods stuff was happening, what stuff I don't know, only silhouettes were visible in the failing light.

Storm

Today was all sweetness and light and we enjoyed a good walk out in the forest, though as afternoon gave way to evening the sky changed becoming angrier looking as clouds began to spill over the horizon; there must be a storm coming. Sure enough when the sun finally sunk, the clouds thickened, the sky darkened, Thor struck his hammer and in the distance lights flashed across a mottled backdrop. As twilight succumbed to night the storm drew closer and the space between thunder and lightning flash diminished until they were simultaneous, the storm was upon us and the night was illuminated by an electrical storm the like of which I can't remember. We ventured to the cliff top to join the others who always congregate at such moments, there we enjoyed the show, oohs and arrs accompanied every flash, and there were plenty of them, sometimes several at the same time.  Almost continuous lighting for over 10 minutes, I've never seen anything like it! Nature's great, scary, but great.

Coastal cloud

It was a sweltering day in the Purbeck Hills, for the outward section of our walk we stuck to the shade afforded by the thick canopied deciduous woodland on the inland side of Brenscombe and Godlingston Hills, which was nice, humid but nice. We scrambled along thin animal tracks for the most part as there aren't that many path in much of these woods, using the trees as support and a means of not careering down the steep hillside. The latter wooded section under Godlingston Hill is relatively new walking to me, having only recently been unenclosed by fencing; I'm not sure if there's permissive access, though I took the opportunity to walk there anyway, they can always tell me to 'get orf my land'. Although lovely views, we weren't so fortunate with shade on our return along the ridge, totally exposed the walking was hot and tiring work, our only salvation being the cooling winds coming in from the west. Still, I mustn't complain, as from our vantage point on the high hills we could see that across the Corfe valley the coastal ridge and cliffs were shrouded in thick low cloud and I'd imagine very limited visibility was to be had making for a totally different walking experience.

Sunny afternoon

Lying in a flower filled meadow amongst the thigh high grasses, I watched the wind sweep over the grass of an adjacent hillside; like the currents in an invisible stream the wind tussled and tossed the grass as it flowed, hugging the ground and swept across the landscape. Above me the sky was clear, but for a few whispy clouds which raced across my field of view as if running from the sun, and they fled with good reason, as they dissipated and disappeared under it's hot gaze, none made it out of sight. Nestled down amongst the bases of grass and flower, although I can see the grass heads flicking over me, I'm out of the breeze, warming myself like a lizard; I drift off down a labyrinth of thoughts and doze off for a short while. Then all of a sudden I'm aware again, as my eyes begin to itch and I feel a sneeze well up somewhere inside me, it then dawns on me, I'm in bed with the enemy; but by then it's too late. I let forth a chain of sneezes and decide it's time to move on. Hay fever aside, lying in summer meadow bathed in sun has to be one of the nicest ways to pass some time.