Stormy days ahead around here. Time to stay put reading a good book. Or go out and catch some herring?
“In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.”
This is the land where I live,
take a little sunshine,
spread it all around,
shine it all around.
Clive Deamer / John Baggott / Justin Adams / Liam Tyson / Robert Plant
There is no such thing as a Kirlian cloud, but in the days of alternative facts…
Seriously, out of the blue, after a long dark winter there is more light than darkness. Almost too much. Gone are the days, when it was easy to catch a sunrise, or there was plenty of night time to watch the Northern lights. More light than darkness. Now comes the time of filling the tank. No more frantic reading, excessive cooking and baking. Winter is over. Well, there is still snow coming down, ice on the road, strong winds, but I can feel it, that sun light. It’s going to put an end to another winter.
Aren’t you glad?
The sky grew darker,
painted blue on blue,
one stroke at a time,
into deeper and deeper shades of night.
While looking for something intelligent to write about the color blue, I discovered that not all languages have a distinct word for the colors blue and green. In English, however, we do. Therefore, if somebody tells you “The sky is green” – beware!
There were just 6 hours and 35 minutes of daylight left today.
A break in the weather provided a glimpse into the mountains, wearing their winter coat.
Not for long. The cold wind starts creeping through my layers of clothes.
My fingers go numb.
The next storm and night are approaching, back to my warm shelter.
November has been unseasonably mild in SE-Alaska, but now winter seems to get a hold of us. Temperatures plummeting into the single digits and high winds have replaced weeks of sun and rain and balmy temperatures. Snow has come and gone three times, frozen waterfalls have formed and melted away. That’s Nature’s way. Season’s change and it takes (me) time getting used to it.
Tomorrow there will be 6 hours and 30 minutes of daylight.
Plenty of time for precious moments.
Not too much activity today, at least not within my reach.
That’s an eagle returning from the river on the way to his or her favorite tree.
Maybe tomorrow we’ll have snow cover the ground.
Winter is knocking.
“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Sunrise over the Chilkat Range.
For views like that I can get up any time. I love partially cloudy days, where the clouds cover and reveal parts of the landscape. Never looking the same.
Did you adjust all your clocks and watches?