
Where the picture is what is what it says on the tin.
Where three things I happen to dig are together in one place.
A tad gloomy I suppose, but at least I’m happy…

Where the picture is what is what it says on the tin.
Where three things I happen to dig are together in one place.
A tad gloomy I suppose, but at least I’m happy…

Spring in Auckland – a stack of sun, reams of rain – and cumulus clouds like these reflecting both.
Clouds are for dreamers.
You can see what you want in their shapes.
Giant sheep and rabbits; Jesus; your late father’s face; portents of the future or maybe the outline of a Central Asian country…
Anything you like, everything you could imagine.
All illusory, but not necessarily in a bad way.
Queen Joni once sang :
” I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all ”
– (Joni Mitchell, ‘Both Sides Now’)

All the way along the waterfront on the train today , the rainclouds hovered darkly just above a layer of evening light.
They were still that way as I alighted onto the platform.
Ominously some might say.
Not me, for the anticipation of rain and its release upon us is so wonderfully life affirming.
And what was signaled has now fallen with great intent…