Doughy mounds billow and merge as they’re kneaded into fully-fledged bubbling beauties. The constant motion allows for a momentary glimpse of the setting sun behind the pomp and splendour, simply sparkling as it continues its journey to another horizon.
Have you ever seen sheep fleeces after they've been sheared? Flopped on the floor in supposed stacks but actually still remembering the wandering sheep they've just coated and working their way away from the other in an evolving mass of wool. Never completely losing sight of the other but retaining their own sense of physicality. The clouds today reminded me of these, clumping and easing across the sky in woolly-layered masses - with the occasional break in continuum so that the naked eye can tell them apart.
Precipitatious showers alternate with sunshine as storm gales rattle from mountain to mountain over the bay. Breezy blues take their cue to burst through the swirls when they part and stop awhile to catch their breath.
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The thick mist parted for a short while as I was setting up my pastels and drawing board - long enough to see a smidgeon of sky. Sometimes I think fate looks after me :)
