Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
The morning before our winter storm (several years ago) was sunny and gorgeous. But that afternoon the clouds rolled in. I saw this "saucer" like cloud and just had to pull out my iPhone and snap it! You can see a bit of the sunburst that I caught too. I think this type of cloud is called a Lenticular cloud - which you can read more about - HERE
When the evening sky is painted Crimson by the setting sun, And the birds all cease to twitter, Knowing that the day is done, It is then we like to ponder And, forgetting worldly strife, Realize that love and friendship Are the greatest things in life.
These were taken from the river bank through the branches of the trees looking out onto the New River at Bisset Park. I thought it was funny that I captured one goose running away from the other one. Unfortunately all I captured was the open mouth of the goose that was doing the chasing - but I think you get the idea :)
What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread.