Fallstreak Cloud Formation

As we walked the dyke one Sunday afternoon

this cloud formation was right overhead.

I have never seen anything like this

but Bonnie Baker, a local artist,

also spied it and knew it's name.

A Fallstream Cloud Formation.

What tickles me pink 

is that it also has a cross going through it

and for me this year is the year of the cruciform.

So now my aim is to stitch that amazing sky

onto this soft grey

cotton dyed in tea and rust.

Perhaps an indigo would be more appropriate

but I don't often do blue.

A Slither of a Moon

Sunrise from the front porch.

The sun was coming up...

...beneath a slither of a moon.

Daybreak on the Basin

Walking along the Basin as the sun comes up

Way down there on the horizon

the suns rays hit rooftops in Digby

Birds were very active this morning

Small groups of geese flew overhead

and ducks paddled the waters 

reacquainting themselves with their surroundings

One RP chased a deer across the marshlands

and got a big finger wagging when she returned.

A murder of crows cawed a noisy hullabaloo

but I couldn't see why....no eagle in sight.

Walking under Purple Skies

Fascinating...the purple sky

behind a huge setting moon

As the sun's rays slowly came up in the East

the Western sky

changed from purple to pink.

With the grey clouds

it kind of looks a bit like a Fauve painting.

Beneath the moon's dance

these two do everything together

Sometimes one takes the lead

Back on the dike RP Shandy always initiates puppy games.

A lovely walk

 but boy it took me all morning to warm up again back in front of the fire!

Horizon edges

The sun rises beyond the South Mountain these days.

That thin bubbling line of brightness along the tops

of cotton wool clouds

was what drew my eye.

Two edges

treetops

Clouds

Two lines

sharp and jagged

bubbling and curvy

Snow Blushed

It snowed most of the day.

Thick heavy flakes that stick to everything.

The skies began to clear at the end of the day

and the clouds blushed gently.

A bright Sunshiny Day

Sunshiny cold

Tracking through the snow

two people and a couple of rusty pups

but someone crossed our path

a porcupine I think

and one pup veered off to follow that delicious scent

Standing beneath echoing walls

wondering who might be watching

from the safety of those cliff tops

a gentle haze of trees

a wall of solid rock

Faster than me

the others stop and wait every now and then.

I drop a glove

and only realize half way down!

But everything's good on a bright sunshiny day.

Skywards

Not exactly a city skyline, but

out here in the country

we do have things that scrape the sky.

Some twirl in the wind.

Some reach for the sky

to warn of dangerous waters....

...while others act as homing beacons.

And some are just handy resting spots.

The setting sun lit up angry looking clouds last night.

I held my breath...

thinking it must be hard to breathe in those 

red, red clouds.

Talking of red...

In "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn"

Betty Smith

writes about six year old Francie learning to do "stitching" with

red embroidery cotton.

"Women passing would stop and cluck in pitying admiration at the tiny girl...pushing the needle in and out of the taut material while Neeley (her 3 year old brother) hung over her to watch the bright sliver of steel disappear like magic and then come back up again through the cloth........You were supposed to stitch a hundred or so of these squares and then sew them together to make a bedspread.  Francie heard that some ladies had actually made a bedspread that way and that was Francie's great ambition.  But though she worked intermittently on the square all summer, autumn found it only half done.  The bedspread had to be saved for the future."

Just made me smile.

The three year old boy noticing the steel not the thread.

Describing is as being magic....I'm participating in Jude's Magic Diaries...

where there is lots of talk about magic.

And last but not least Francie's bold ambition to make a bedspread.

A Blue, Blue World

I've been working beyond the moon.....

Bringing stars into the vast deep blue universe...

While beneath the moon and above the trees, snow and rain fall.

And there are ghosts of trees at the back of this piece too. Love messy backs!
The skies are done.
Now on to Terra firma beneath the trees.
I hope the story there unfolds with the same energy and clarity.

Cool Blues Outside and Warm Christmas Gifts to Play with Inside

 

Contrails always have me wondering

about the lives in that plane

and the adventures they are embarking upon.

I know where I'm going....

back inside to admire this lovely stack of cottons from Donna and Mark.

Sky Glow

Morning has broken
Like the first morning

When Skies are Red

Red Sky in the Morning....

Shepherd's warning....

A friend in town has people coming to stay this weekend and apparently every time they come we get a snowstorm....

It's too early for me, let's hope today's warning is not for snow.